come, now
sit with me for a spell
together, let us watch
the storm gather
let us wait
for the clouds to arrive
crystalline and cold
with melancholy
let us become grounded
in this wet earth
bathing in the deluge
of fat raindrops
vanquishing old obsessions
and
illuminating new shelters
who else can ever
know this moment
as we know it?
who else will swim
in the mercurial ocean
of this .: and other :. memory
always seemingly
within our grasp
never quite
tangible?
