our intention and so gentle . . . this rain
so gentle this rain
so gentle this rain not so much
falling as settling as if
by invitation an agreement
between earth and sky
the desert covets each drop
so it would seem by how quickly
it is secreted
precious as diamonds to an heiress
how quickly the desert returns
what it receives
in the form of bouquets
flowering from thorn and rock alike
it is this give and take which we see
which we recognize
with awakened senses and think
in this moment at least we live in glory
our intention
our intention was uncomplicated
she lay with her head on my shoulder
touching, with unintended consequences
i fell into a deep state of relaxation
a torpor, which, like a yawn, is contagious
her hand paused, then stilled, until
together we drifted into semi-sleep
dreaming and daydreaming, two as one
though not a great mystery, a mystery
nonetheless, happened a stirring,
an awakening, motion, movement, breath
gone the relaxation, torpor, dreams and daydreams
come the piccolos, flutes, brass, reeds
come the violins, cellos, double basses
come the timpani and cymbals, come the tide
it isn't complicated, but it is mysterious
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2021-07-11 at 06:06
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