Moving into Rain

This blessed rain

Pours and hammers, 

Splatters,

Floods, 

Washes

Washes

Washes Earth

Travels in currents

Builds in grey galleons

Falls in its torrents

Washes miseries, 

Miseries

I thought it could be snow

I thought it could be green Christmas

I thought it could be grey, 

Sadness inexplicable.

These winter solstice ends of day,

Though,

Gleam through bare trees standing

In the distance, flames burnishing 

Up from ground, horizon’s twilight sky 

Pulled into 

Solstice change,

To rain.

Maybe all of this

Is what is always there for us to hear

To apprehend,

But in the strife,

This night,

Craving waiting gentling

I dare to wish 

The turning. 

December 25, 2020

Wasted Time

Too old, sort of, to get hung up

On wasted time. 

Not a thing might change, except

Some less elusive sleep. 

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In the Old Times

Hito, he had red hair

And in the old days, 

Oh any music and we danced

Even if there wasn’t a sound

But the moon singing in the trees, a star

Or two that we could see

Above the canyons,

The music could change

And on we went, well

You know, on in 

This life. 

In this life

We carry on, riding

Currents, 

Maybe, even, into the next.

Sometimes right before he’d 

Come to find me, I already knew, 

I’d watch him, narrowing my eyes 

To better see him, 

Watch to see him coming 

Through the cottonwoods 

By his place down on the river

The currents sparkling, 

Part of the dance