Not Clear

It is not clear what if anything we will leave behind

for whom, what for, how long- it is not clear if we will have the right.

Instead, even the rain stops falling for a while and filters through the cracks

drops do drip and drip, brown into a marmalade jar, bricks rotting away

(since the distant past)

Everybody is out and about and you are cocooned, indoors shrouded by sirens, and echoes.