Apology for Impatience | Bruce Dawe

[with_rainfall]

Now through all my dreams
Beans, beans are climbing,
Between midnight and morning
Pumpkins flower and the tomato seedlings
Are carefully transplanted;
Lying hunched in the darkness I am solicitous over
All manner of things sprouting
And blossoming. 
                                 Even waking
The work goes on, a rainbow
Hovers over my office desk,
In the arc of a garden hose,
And, looking at you,
Life, life cries my blood
Till I am dazed by its sound,
The sound of my thirty-three years
Drumming like a monsoon
On the inadequate tin roof
Of words like these…