in the dark
night creatures move
scorpions
skunks
armadillos
coons
I am in my bed
dreaming of daytime and
I do not see them
in the morning
rain falls lightly
invisible things are
in new places
in the dark
night creatures move
scorpions
skunks
armadillos
coons
I am in my bed
dreaming of daytime and
I do not see them
in the morning
rain falls lightly
invisible things are
in new places
can enough rain fall
for these thin sticks
cut off, pushed
into the ground
to send out
their own roots
to stand alone
to dare green?
can the sky
hold the weight of
so much water?
can time
hold its breath
so long?
remember last year how we
watched it rain?
remember how we
ran outside the
first night we heard
drops hit the roof
and stood on the front porch
embraced
watching silver gold rivers
pour in stripes
to the ground?
we knew it was lucky,
that the year’s first rain
deserves recognition
I kissed you
the jungle around us
opened its thirsty mouth and
swallowed deep
remember how you
were tired,
achy in the middle?
I didn’t like the
new pallor under your skin
and I bought you
electrolytes for better
hydration
it was already too late then to
stop the storm
that was coming
remember the thunder
so close
the roof peak cringed and
the cats flicked their ears?
remember the lightning?
we hugged each other
tighter feigning fear
remember how you could
warm me then, when
the dampness made me cold?
water filled your body
and finally
everything stopped
remember me petting
your hair as you
fell asleep?
the rains have come again
the thunder, the lightning
disturbing the cats
we sit together
on the dark porch
in silence
watching little rivers
form at my feet,
trying to understand
this distance
no me busques –
me subí al sol
como agua
and will come down
on nights with heavy clouds.
you will see me sometimes smile
pero jamás me tocarás.
no me busques –
me fuí sin huellas
como el viento.
i have told you i live
in trees, in each of them.
you will search for me in fruit
pero jamás me encontrarás.
the coco palms are
waiting for rain
there they stand with
arms folded
refusing
to brush their
hair