#445 - a window in the rain

 

18.iii.21

445

2.77

a window in the rain

 

Markwell jungle song

 

with a hill tilt run

and the creek alive

 

lilt of roof

doors to the dry mind

swell, won’t shut now

 

and the kettle singing

inside out

thunder under

grass over our heads

 

the story is a wet day thing

drawn from well deeps

lie and listen

 

for the come-again rain

all beans spilling

with frog in boot

while the road still runs

 

hear stillness

the freshening

and also rot

 

a forest of the stuff

a fiefdom

clouding, far past

 

inward falls also

all talk at the causeway swept

this is the carnival rain

 

absurd amounts

gauge runneth over

the rain for a lark

 

ag pipe proud now

gravel and crusher dust

pulsing flood

 

full of clocks and pianos

mysterious singing

 

old bottles and cans come down

do you remember evaporation?

 

deity we danced for once

paths run rivers till

 

now and then to bright

a sunsay

mossing

lit with glimmer fits

 

then the recommencing

a solemn secret whisper first

dim again indoors

need glasses

 

how high can a tree from this?

sky’s gone

no, that’s not it –

we’re in it

garden’s under

 

water’s over all now

 

the rain’s between’s

more of the same

 

wish I had another ten tanks

could lay down

be the pond myself

 

in the stay-at-home rain

grow gills and fins

swim

 

lost in this calligraphy

a prisoner of the rain