Grieving the Lost
November 29, 2007
After a Long Struggle
The story of rain
begins inside a person
who has survived.We want to know
that not having enough
will be okay.The spin of a fan is summer
sleeping, dark-green light
from old ferns glowing.We want to know
years out, our lives
like violins or new bread.And now grief-rain falls
through leaves and ruins,
through mind this rainand each cell of blood, rain
falling mind down through
self, rain down to groundinto ground, rain falling
ground from light through
light, into ground.
“An Indigo Scent after the Rain” by JG