Lent — day two

It stormed somewhere over there
the raging, restless, quiet kind,
and she and I listened.
We listened for our names
in the howling wind,
the grace-torn sky.
We’re listening still,
listening in each others’ eyes,
listening in the daffodils
the storm promises to bring,
listening in given tears,
and laughter poured, spilled.
And somewhere,
in the listening,
the listening itself
calls our name,
he called it all the way here.


Untitled Poem the Fifth

My heart stirred,
As if from the call of a lover,
As I watched rain
Fling itself from the sky,
Plummet with excited purpose
Until it hit the earth
And then splashed,
As if trying to reach the clouds again.

My pulse raced,
As if from the thrill of flying,
As clouds ran
Across the grass,
Like fairies
Skipping through the morning dew
Tinkling merrily
And they were gone.

Thunder laughed
Lightening smirked
Fog encroached,
So the end of the world
Was the end of the tree-line.
The sky split in two
Floods rose
The earth sang –
And then it was gone,
Just like it came –

And even as the rain
dwindled to nothing,
A bird stood confident
In the pear tree outside
And trilled an easy song.