Trickle and Creep
October 7, 2023 2 Comments
Image courtesy of Clay Forever
What is there to say about the sound of raindrops falling on a roof
What of mountains and skylines
Of luckless nights, dark alleys and blackbirds
What is left to say that hasn’t been said
What words are yours alone
What thoughts
What is left at all
But the indignant bleating of mindless sheep
The reflexive outrage of barking dogs
The pious drone of monsters
Until that part of the night
Between the last cricket and the first songbird
When the hour itself puts an end to the clatter
And all fall into quiet
But nature abhors tranquility
Quiet dislodges something kinetic in the atmosphere
Here
Under roof and covers
Behind darkened eyes
Beyond reason
Words come a-begging
Unbidden
Here again
Along the imperfect edge of sleep
They trickle and creep
Among the convoluted shadows of gyri and sulci
Mingling,
Their vapors gather
Accumulating
Saturating
Condensing
Precipitations build
Or collapse into scattering fog
Illusions weigh me down
Abstractions weigh me down
These blankets weigh me down
Not the raindrops
Words struggle
Not rain
Arthur, you are a magnificent writer. How are you, Heather and the boys? Miss you! Xoxo
Having a hard time getting laptop and mobile to both read correctly. Aggravating site. Anyway we’re all good. I’m upstate working on the house. Heather is taking art classes at Fleisher. Boys are happy and healthy. Are you a grandmother yet?