i am rain
drops. how so definitively
i collapse into a puddle
only to rebound skyward. have you ever
seen rain in this incredible dance?
i fall, i rise, fall again.
my skin expands in ever increasing waves
before settling into a universe
quietly dying in the exact same way.
here, it rains
for days at at time,
the drops, they
form a blanket
i pull it close, over my nose,
earth wet trees wet scent, deeply primal
(green and skin)
absorb the sky.
Mixing it up today with a random journal excerpt – this is where the previous haiku “i am a river stone” came from (sort of)… enjoy this little peek into my demented little diary.
“whatever do we do with these rainy day thoughts? saw a mystery bird today, black and white and a parrot face, puffin perhaps? cat saw many active ghosts tonight, head went bobbing side to side to side to side, her ears pricked up. riding my bike through the humid wet pavement city perfumed with that intoxicating smell of bread dough in Fells Point, i think suddenly… i am a river rock.”
red gerber blossom
looks forlorn with face
pressed against a half-open blind
petals bend resigned
to a window blurry with rain
twitching with annoyance.
try a search on “rain” and see what you get……. it drips its way into so many of my poems….