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


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




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




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.


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