one of those aforementioned poems i've written recently. this one (all of them actually) i wrote out long-hand first, in my little green journal, then typed up, so they aren't quite first drafts because i edit slightly as i type. this one i also just changed a few words while waiting for my wireless to connect.
Have you ever wanted so badly
to stand alone in the dark, stretch
wide your arms and call the rain?
You don’t believe it’s possible
but on a dark night like this
with a cold summer breeze
when all you are is a question
and the stars look down
their daggers and you wait
for something without knowing what
you want to believe, you wish
you still had some faith.
You don’t know how to cast a circle
or speak the language of the wind.
All you hear is the emptiness
swirling dry leaves around your feet
speaking of space and time,
endless motion without matter,
the desire of flesh to join
with spirit. Call. Silence to silence,
emptiness to emptiness, anything
to something, and the answer
will come, with a breath, a cloud
curtaining the moon, a gather
of darkness sheer as silk.
Wait. Stand still, close your eyes,
and wait. The rain will come.