Poem 46

for her in the library, as we wait for him to come wandering by… oh the changes in a year.

Push on push on
Clouds of cotton tensing fingers
Pushing on pushing
And we are trifles to believe
That we push anything at all…
When they push the rain. We push
Our palpable novelties. No more
Push on push on
Bring the rain then
Bring the rain!
And meet our smallness with your greatness
Pushing on. Pushing on.
Pushing on pushing
Cotton clouds so innocent but burdened, so burdened
We watch them pushing on and on and on
Bring the rain, bring the rain!

Please Join the Conversation

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s