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.