Saturday, July 3, 2010

exhale

is what the rain says

though the skylight leaks

below the new roof

into the room

and my breath feels stuck

inside my chest at midnight


come on, breathe!

call for help in morning

after rest

before the farmers market

and the swimming pool

shhhh


there's another side to this

somewhere near

it's dry enough for fireworks

imagine,

someone out there found a way

to dodge the downpour

and send out

a spark


inhale

is what the rain sings

take this opportunity to practice

surrender

giving time and space

to all that enters


making room

for what comes next

exhale

1 comment:

  1. ok, I would say you have the feelings of late pregnancy pretty much DOWN! these poems are so powerful.

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