Rain and Sunbreaks

Dreaming of Michigan and happy times, those previous lives that stab me in the gut with remembered beauty.


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Rain and Sunbreaks

Like hurling darts at stars our best
Attempts to commune as lovers
Fall short: ego’s gravity trumps intent.

But what we’ve had is worth the folly:
Night rain cleansing this world of mistakes,
Morning essence glinting with sunbreaks.

We are flower-lords of separate gardens,
Bending stalks toward each other’s
Petal-lips, spitting pollen kisses

Across the yards and through the fence,
Riding redemptive winds, comrades in
The dance of intimacy and distance.

What can we do but continue to embrace
Through rain and sunbreaks, and refrain
When refraining seems right, and right
Is what we are, will be, weather be damned.