December 30, 2013


Rain begins falling 
at six in the morning,
large drops
soaking the concrete
just outside my window, 
my imagination blooms
while I dream,
so long dry, 
wind-swept, fast asleep;
until at last, it looms
with you, casting 
vague shadows 
across the patio 
of my mind,
darkness still hiding 
what I cannot see,
my parched soul crawling 
toward what 
used to be.