after the rain
pure golden light
I plop into a sunny chair
who’s damp cushion
eventually soaks my bottom
at this moment i care more
for warmth than hate wet
and watch those leftover clouds
crawl white and harmless
across the cobalt sky
you can’t tell me
it’s not a happy sun
and that I don’t need
cheering up
when I finally rise
I pick at my moist behind
and walk inside to change
have a hiccup of the heart
turn right flop on the sofa
and fire up the computer
I can’t lose a poem
for a change of trousers
can’t let it dry up evaporate
and return me to that drought
waiting again for the rain