it is raining today
i give up all semblance of working todayinstead today
i surrender; today
i can only practice feeling (my way towards myself) today
the rain dances lightly on the skylight in the day time
white clouds, white water, white wind
the day when all i can do is listen
a few cars, children at school, soft breathing
the day all i can do is sit here
somehow i am still breathing somehow
despite everything because of everything today
i let the rain be the tears
that still cannot fall
as i sit and stare
today is the day you
asked me
the question you have never asked
oh, how we've talked about it
words gently falling around one another, all sides
like the rain
white words, white laughter white answers.
but then today
you opened the skylight.
the rain is wet
the wind is cold
the whiteness quakes the soul -
you
asked the question.
Water
is so sacred.
yet we
who hide ourselves in houses, behind windows
so rarely drink
so rarely feel the rain.
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