In a handful of sloppy seconds,
we will come to fruition.
I was in charge of the mission, you know.
I was in league with the summer storm
of youth to flood the roadways
leading into town.
Up and down my arms were traces
of a nostalgia I dare not name.
the same after a while,
it was disappointing,
and the mountain anointed me
with its tears, steering me
In a clearing, blue and unwavering,
I savored the elegy of the rain.
It wasn’t without pain,
but it was nourishing,
and wed to all that thunder,
I could feel my skies flourishing.