Summer Rain

there’s a sharp,
seductive shiver running
seamlessly in and out of my
shockwave hydro-kinetic
theory of how
to live.
there, within the
tapestry of
thunderclouds and ornament,
lives the pulse of my
existence-
let’s run, far,
far away until
we don’t need to pray
anymore for the faint
speckled brush of wind on
my fingertips to cause the sky to
divide and the heavens to yearn
for freedom.

cascade, cascade,
redeem me of mercy.
rumble through
twilight and morning
deceits,
take me and clothe me
with riverbed
tide-pools and salt water
born of September and promises
of a sweet, distant June.

drench my defenses
‘till every last oak-hewn
golden-age frigate melts
fluently like weather-worn
aquamarine abandoned in the height
of proverbial April


i drift, head aching for
depths where the sun hides,
surf and sea and plumes of sublime
rush and rise and undulate
over and under my frame,
enveloping the very essence
of azure and diamond
and the spirit
of miracles,
and with a cry of
a siren and a gale of canvass
and morning-dew clover,
i more than release into
harmony.

maybe in the morning
i’ll race the sun back up to the
sky.

the rain might be over by then.