rain on the pond
sure looks like a happy reunion
each drop that hits the water
rebounds with a sparkling leap
so many excited to be back
and welcomed after a long journey
to where no one knows
and why – none seem to care
so much like Gramma’s eyes
when she’d open her front door
they’d first turn moist
and their reservoirs would fill
before joy would start jumping
out of
the invisible downpour
yuuuuuuck but when the first ray of sun breaks through everything glistens the first bird song so cheerful and fresh the earth’s fragrance a tea of all it sweetest parts air so crisp and pure it burns
not only do I endlessly scavenge for poetry subjects to scoop up and write about but from another appendage of my brain I’m crafting the same material into skits for Saturday Night Live like dueling t
how comforting the visit of rain on a sleepless night the finger-drumming of drops on the roof of my wakefulness a cold and lonely discourse right above the warm cocoon of my bed and this one speaks t