12th of January,
2020
12
remembering rain
came
all corners at once
when
shone well after
how
we’d watch, whiff
see
runs of it
never
in the schedule
spoke
eloquent as soil
it
was a stretch
and
loosening
trick
of sky
we
reached to touch it too
soaked
to the old bones dance
please
let me know
what was
said
caught
the fire to pour
and how
it settled dust!
immortal
as our cinder-selves
which
is to say
it
was a prayerful drowning
it
fell for us!
as if
commanded!
told
in points and inches
that
was the hieratic rain
of
ages
how
gladly
we
all animals
I
held it, beading, to the skin
rain come
the long way
slowly,
slowly
had
never forgotten us
I saw
the rain’s ghost again
it
fell on country today
it
seemed a wronged thing
poisoned
with smoke
blamed
about
it
was standing on a steady grey
you’d
fell it with an axe
cloud
could
it
might have spoken
but
the rain went on its way
I
dreamt it
bow drawn
it
was brief
like
a tune from the book still sung
in
cords as timber fell
shaped
hopes all sorts and sizes
some
flew in this
(bassoon
for an understory)
I
held hands to cup
and
shining as belief
had
left a bowl out overnight
and
here was all fours
outpouring
all
hearts
this
rain was a kind of rebellion
and
washed dry thoughts away
trilled
to the middle
the
half way fallen
(angel
undecided)
there
was a white sky and a blue
clouds
we kept for pets
fell
in a reverie
everyone
followed
nothing
to do but
still
secret
some
days as if
just
a tear
and
the big boys wipe it away
to go
on
come
into my dream
won’t
you
?
.
2nd draft:
remembering rain
it
was a stretch
and
loosening
came
all corners at once
never
in the schedule
trick
of sky
when
shone well after
how
we’d watch
see
runs of it
spoke
eloquent as soil
and
whiff
we
reached to touch it too
soaked
to the old bones dance
told
what?
and how
it settled dust!
pawed
over fire
immortal
as our cinder-selves
which
is to say
it
was a prayerful drowning
fell
for us!
as if
commanded!
as of
ages
told
in points and inches
that
was the hieratic rain
I
held it, beading, to the skin
rain come
the long way
slowly
had
never forgotten us
I saw
the rain’s ghost again
it
fell on country today
poisoned
with smoke
blamed
about
it
seemed a wronged thing
standing
on a steady grey
you’d
fell it with an axe
cloud
could
it
might have spoken
but
the rain went on its way
I
dreamt it
bow drawn
it
was brief
like
a tune from the book still sung
in
cords as timber fell
shaped
hopes all sorts and sizes
some
flew in this
(bassoon
for an understory)
held
hands to cup
and
shining as belief
I’d
left a bowl out overnight
and
here were all fours
outpouring
all
hearts
this
rain was a kind of rebellion
trilled
to the middle
the
half way fallen
(angel
undecided)
it washed
dry thoughts away
fell
in a reverie
everyone
followed
nothing
to do but
still
secret
some
days as if
a
white sky and a blue
clouds
we kept for pets
just
a tear
and
the big boys wipe it away
to go
on
come
into my dream
won’t
you
?
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