and the rains have come

And the rains have come.
Hard, soft
The rains
Have come.

A painted red stone
Is bright
Among the grasses,
Wet

Under the caress
Of the hard soft
Silent
Thunderous rain.

The painting
On the lawn
Is curling
And becoming

The water.
Bethyn’s scarf
Wetter
Than the sea.

The wounded meadow
Grateful
And quiet.
Drinking

The enormity of Everything.
Thunder sounds
All is waiting
Listening

Answering the call
With quiet
And
With motion.

The beans twine
Clockwise
About their tower
And softly

Sound their song.
Kittens
Clawing at the doors
Intoxicated

Crazed by the
Gentle deadly power
Of the world
That is them

And all around.
Purple geraniums
Appear beaten down
But their secret

Is the strength
This torrent brings them,
The defiance
That thunder

Impregnates
Us
All
With.


SJL: 4th June, 2006