looks like it’s going to rain you say
nimbus grows dense between the spaces
between the cells and rills and dales
and planes and membranes
within in between and in places
unseen
where i am not countable
measurable comprehensible
not skin nor bone nor sinew
nor muscle nor node nor synapse
in those places not yet named
where I am…
you know
me?
dark black sometimes grey
whorls of water in array
silently gathering
filling up the spaces
that have no name
yes, I think you’re right
it will
rain.
this poem was walking around inside me for a week and more. choking me really… i couldn’t find the words but the feelings were there, then i read rhea’s piece on friendship and poetry and it all started to come.
beautiful Indi di.. I enjoy reading you free flowing poetry.. and in effect I now feel like writing about the rain.. when I meet you I insist you take me on walks such as this.
hi rhea, i am glad that tumble of words means something to you… i just write. that walk was along the greens by picadilly street last october. i sat on a bench and had a sandwich for lunch, looking at the trees. we shall walk, we shall write.