0241;
It's been raining all week
and I'm sure
you've noticed by now
that the rain
is not poetic.
You relate to how it falls
you relate to how it cries
when it falls, wholeheartedly
but today
rain is just water that leaks
from a cloud so
close to the ground
you could touch it.
I tried.
Even in dreams,
I'm climbing up trees
and ladders and shelves
that ring soft
without bark.
Even
all the way up
there,
I find nothing.
Nov 28, 2014