be quiet with me after the rain
in the rejuvenated world
count all the fallen
petals
bask
in the timorous sun
the bulbous wet
sweetness
of soon-to-be-fruit
the snail's past
trailing behind him
like a wedding gown
kneel down, put your
good ear to the ground
be silent
listen to
the breathing
the throbbing
this drumming up of life from within
there is song rising in the throats of thrushes
perhaps
there is love to be had
today.
Writer Between Worlds 