Saturday, May 1, 2010

Looking up.

Today is the first of May.
It's been raining for days now and I
(hoping you will find something on your tongue to tell me)
am hearing you here, in my heart.

On the first night I spent in this room,
I opened the window wide
And looked out for a bright moon

The moon, luminescent and pure
(And I, disoriented and spent from the drive)
Squinted through the black silhouettes of leaves at me

The rain falls still, filling the potholes and seeping beneath the cement.