30 Poems in 30 Days

30 Poems in 30 Days
A Project for National Poetry Writing Month

Sunday, April 19, 2015

Day 16 A Sort of Terzanelle

Rain Song

I thought to take you with me in the rain

to ghost the streets of Inglewood
beneath the flowering canopy and remain

beloved, yes, beloved, and somehow, good.

When we put our tongues to the cusp
of all we'd said, we'd find there a bud

thickening with spring's fecund dust.

Vines, spiraled and wet, bright
ferns unfurled and mosses burst

from fragrant dirt. The cloud-mottled light
puny, at first, might make itself a glory
round the trees, silvered and quite

thick.  Here, the uncertain sky
will keep us, still. In its long gaze
we'll find the constant of inconstancy.

On earth we're only stowaways
wrapped in rain
pining hearts ablaze,
the same.