Sun set long ago
indigo twilight
rain falling like conversation
precise, round, insistent
solitary me
in the solitude of a song
patient under a tree
minutes like hours
If you wait long enough
the rain will pass.
Compacted dust softens to mud
mud yields and liquefies
unexpected deluge
landscapes shifting
rock faces crumbling
identities changed forever by the flood
If you wait long enough
the rain will pass.
Sobbing heart finally cracks
its sour juice oozes up
into throat
metallic and guarded
squeezing out of tearducts
in waterfalls of grief
certain their source is infinite
this ache permanent
this loss unsurvivable
If you wait long enough
the rain will pass.
© S. Rinderle, 2013
Niiiice!!
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Hmmmm….elements of hopefulness, and (dare I say?) happiness? Goodness gracious, what is happening there?
H