and then came the rains
prudent in their downpour
grandiose with a flourish
reveling in their abandon
released to deluge
of fire and fear overthrown
may we revel in our cleanse
the power of unbroken
may we decide for ourselves
to heal
gravity the weighing of objects the weight of thoughts unstrung like dust in the moonlight carrying on unbound for chance at matter mattering to matter to be
waded to wait wayward we fly past tall buildings of water of living light we know them feel them are them but do not know them as our own we turn obligatory circles whispers reach us and we learn
amongst the ferns we wicker and scare yearning for the little finger chance to pay us mind our due but overdue is our submission to grace of abundance our invitation to everlasting the times of coming