#38 - a swim for it

38

7.2.20

a swim for it

the rains have come

gently and gently

how green the world

from rickety sleep

lovely to stand in

to watch and to catch

and green again

all rise

dim with it

drip to

blind vine

all trestle-less grope through

the rain has taken over

the rain is now in charge

hasn’t it always this beginning?

where we have waited so long

there is a rhythm in it

tap and take the tune

a forest of the stuff

radio is struggling

under tin

only the violins get through

here in the week of rain

who’ll move in?

try saying ‘full up!’

‘that’s enough!’

no one will hear you now

it’s so the present keeps forever

in all these books ago

read drought

no one will believe you now

because world magnified, reflected

in each leaf tip touch

like money in the bank

this many washings-up

this many showers, baths

in the tank

the rains have come

(uncountable, still plural)

it’s under the cover of green we go

and all crowd in to see

bigger than ever before

the world

think eaves, think pipe

a bucket for the overflow

at the end of the bucket a jar

then runnel

caught in a cloud again

I do believe it’s heaven here

gently and gently

each curls until green

glad of this much roof

come in, tip hat

a stream runs off

call good time, God’s

or what you will

twinkle till roar

thunder away

world needs the wipers on