In the Language of the Rain
Fervent whisper
Indifferent yet somehow deferential
As if averted respect
Hushed applause
All-day ovation
Mirrors at my feet
The milk sky’s self reflection
Seen through treetops
And the occasional pedestrian
Me
Concentric
Rings widen to the edges
Here and there intersecting
Colliding in rippling scintillation
Subsiding in slow resolve
Retreating to mirror
Smooth
Shush
Say the wheels
Spinning at rush hour
Punctuated by the complex
Music of the airborne puddle
A fairy’s marimba
Played at lightning speed
The trees’ percussive accompaniment
A billion small flat soft green drums
With liquid drumsticks
Every moment a beat
An all-day jam session
Followed by extended applause
Hushed roar ovation
Indifferent yet somehow different
Secrets held deep
In the fervent whisper
Of the rain
