funny how i heard the sound of the rain(after reading neruda)

"Lost in the forest, I broke off a dark twig

and lifted its whisper to my thirsty lips:
maybe it was the voice of the rain crying,
a cracked bell, or a torn heart." Pablo Neruda



funny how i heard the sound of the rain
just before i closed my eyes, and surrendered
to  sleep; the rush of water outside my window-
restoring remembrances of all the promises we do keep

it was a gentle rain, with enough strength
to let us remember its alternative rhythms
the soothing clarity of its precision
sauntering as close as angels' breath

we are forever lost to being
not fond of finding selves in a clutter
we stay peacefully behind the shudders
until the slats snap--the orange sunshine

redesigns our mismatched socks
smoothing over covers, praising pillows
finally freeing the thumb that thought
was in charge- the elegant pinky orchestrates

Kate Lamberg

yellow forsythia. photo by kate lamberg~