Substance

A scent – a scene
from yestersecond’s fingers
falls a drizzle
Down the Earth’s forehead
to its nose
Dribbles down to my core
fills me to overflowing
with memories of that scent
of long gone and back again rain.

What a love it excites
What a love and friendship
trust relaxation and calm
Drip drip drop May showers fall
Slow and steady

The grey sheet blankets Earth
its forehead, its nose
Drops its very fiber
while I run and jump
full of childish glee

My rhythm is my own
It follows the rain’s whim
random beat.
Heart pounds through sopping fabric
fiber to fiber
heart to heart
Damp fills all my senses and soul
takes over my nose as I breathe
it’s all my fingers and toes can know
it beckons and bids listen
the scene fills up my world

I can taste it
And it melts.

My spirit is full of it
this radiant dampness
cheer, beauty, love.

Each tiny ocean splatters
across skin and hair
Each little life shatters
over stone without care

Yet this shattering destroys naught
It’s like a hearty “Go in Peace”
for all to disperse
spreading goodness
spreading dampness
What love it brings and spreads
through its own suicide

Grass turns into a water slide
like rocks under water
burnishing it smooth and swift
Rocks surrounding a corner garden
just the dirt and a few shrubs

Drip drip drop
April’s got nothing on May