#450 - distracted with the weather

 

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distracted with the weather

 

still here

sat in the pages like a picnic day

 

first light to last

the very patient rain

 

creekrise

slippery bridge

will it over under?

 

we seem to have lost all awareness of cloud

it’s tight and we’re in

 

something shifts

hill over heads

 

having rained

the river’s coming

 

pretend ourselves away

to sunshine

 

it’s a blanket of mud instead

 

will the road, will the bridge away?

think again

 

speak, roof

who grows there?

who’s flushed out?

 

there is the rain remaining

and there is the rain again

 

socks so lost to the boots

dry is a relative thing

 

tanks float off

no, they sink

or slouch

and the overflow goes

float slab

up piers

 

puddles pool

now nothing between

 

the rain lain down

has so many names

 

who was it prayed –  

a lynch mob for this?

 

the rumour of evaporation

remember me come drought

 

was once meniscus bliss

to swim

but now

 

trees go to ground

weeds make merry

 

who creeps under bark unhunted?

who shelters hollow in the log?

 

and now for a dwelling

the slow rain

the rain ratcheted up

the second shower breezily

long leisurely drop of trees’ drip

you’d never notice in this

 

the teasing pause

the recommence

and what do you call it then?

 

terms of it come like manna

some sort of breach

 

the straight down rain

the crafty angle

the rain come in

the sodden wall now curled

 

 

a cow goes by

the neighbours then

house, the whole wedding

and its town

 

the steady and the sudden

now out of butter as well

 

it was raining

and it was about to rain

it might rain for some time

 

live dry in a book

bright on-screen

 

the obsession comes

 

it will be going to have rained

by the time we

merrily merrily…

 

spider in the clock

web over limbs

drawing wings in

delicious

 

pumpkins will creep in doors