Saturday, August 18, 2012

Morning Rain

Morning Rain
for Kelly K. Moran 

This morning there was much rain,
forcing the birds into trees,
the butterflies beneath leaves. 

I stand at the open window,
listening for the cool silence
between raindrops. 

I begin to wonder
about time machines,
about being fully absorbed into the future: 

The full view of a sunset
from our porch chairs,
a cat resting at our feet.
Faces aged, a hand
holding a hand. 

And the wind
comes down from flowered hills,
filling the home with fragrances.
Everything is golden orange
like a softly glowing jewel.          

I blink and turn from the window.
Another routine day begins.
The echoes of my heartbeat
will mingle with the rain.
First published in the Summer 2010 issue of River Poets Journal.