Monday, April 8, 2013

8 - Peace

Even the first
splatters of rain
have me up and out of bed, pressed
nose-first against the cold glass

I love rain

When it starts
I breathe out

When it sends I sigh and
wait eagerly
even though now
all is silent

when you call
you have me up and out of bed
grinning like an idiot
at 3am

It doesn't matter
when

Last night it rained
and you called
and I exhaled so deeply that
my lungs grew roots and

sprouted flowers

1 comment:

  1. Beautiful! I love the comparison of love and rain-inspired anticipation. Your imagery is so lush, you pack so much into so few words. "I exhaled so deeply that
    my lungs grew roots"...fantastic. Great writing.

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