Before Rain

Comes thunder

Comes lightning

Comes the darkening

            of clouds,
of your hearkening

But you have been reading

all the wrong signs

and the false warning

It is the heat that wets

your ingenuity and

confiscates your body

Sweats suffocate the air

when abundance

is all you see

Turn the page left,

             not right

Turn your life

counter-clockwise

and listen:

Listen to your heart

Listen to it hard

Not your pride,

not your pride

The music

is in the savagery

not the melody

Nor two drops

of such alchemy

You have been hearing

all the calming notes

Unchained as they are,

they are not me

I am the softness

of a storm; velocity

you wish you did not seek

As I fall before rain,

I fall to sear you

Unsought as I am,

I am within you

Reflected, never true

Sunday, February 26, 2012, 3:21 – 6:23 PM