I don't have time to write, so I am simply posting po'tree
Evaporation
The sound of the rain is like marbles weighing down
My pyramid of sleep. Small round heavy
Spheres sending each transit to another station.
Solid time evaporates into dream.
Sun makes no sound: simply illuminates
All the dark places left from your struggle.
Teeth like wires placed aching along your jaw
Move as breath overtakes tension.
What morning is this? I lie awake as gray thought
Surrounds the clearer light. Ideas that seemed
Collected, cohesive and creative
Struggle to emerge into their new world.
The sound of the rain: syncopated cacophony.
We reach for each other but find only
Downy feathers left over from the quilt
Hung for weeks over the balcony to dry.
Through the day the drops make steady progress.
My mind turns quicker in the quiet pauses.
Once when afternoon was blowing by
I stopped to hold you, a brief excerpt
In this day that brings, finally, both rest
And participation. I’m a small part,
But mobilized, and as evening sinks
Upon us I revel in my accomplishments.
The largest one: no fear. Not of the rain
Or of the things I must finish, not of
the wrestling on the comforter now on our bed,
not of the train we board Friday morning.
My mind is eased. I am packed and ready.
Everything shifts gently into place.
The dreams to come will find me.
Solid vision evaporates into reality.
The sound of the rain is like marbles weighing down
My pyramid of sleep. Small round heavy
Spheres sending each transit to another station.
Solid time evaporates into dream.
Sun makes no sound: simply illuminates
All the dark places left from your struggle.
Teeth like wires placed aching along your jaw
Move as breath overtakes tension.
What morning is this? I lie awake as gray thought
Surrounds the clearer light. Ideas that seemed
Collected, cohesive and creative
Struggle to emerge into their new world.
The sound of the rain: syncopated cacophony.
We reach for each other but find only
Downy feathers left over from the quilt
Hung for weeks over the balcony to dry.
Through the day the drops make steady progress.
My mind turns quicker in the quiet pauses.
Once when afternoon was blowing by
I stopped to hold you, a brief excerpt
In this day that brings, finally, both rest
And participation. I’m a small part,
But mobilized, and as evening sinks
Upon us I revel in my accomplishments.
The largest one: no fear. Not of the rain
Or of the things I must finish, not of
the wrestling on the comforter now on our bed,
not of the train we board Friday morning.
My mind is eased. I am packed and ready.
Everything shifts gently into place.
The dreams to come will find me.
Solid vision evaporates into reality.