Jun 04 2009
Rain on the Sun
It rained on the sun today
I sat on the stoop smoking
watching the drops saturate the earth
Doubts haloed my head
like the mist that rose from the grass
after the light gave up the sky
Nerves quieter
yet the mind still raced
ticking off laps –
a mad jogger
who is late for the race
For a flash I saw a different me
A future existence
I liked her, that woman I was
in that tiny moment
neediness absent
confidence, yes, but quiet
no anticipation, just certainty
And then I was me again
I was tired.
I am tired.
The pain is dull,
not sharp and jagged as it was.
Sad, soft but always there.
I need sleep without dreams.
A warm place to float
copyright 2009
5 responses so far
Lovely. Keep up the good work. Love, Sharie
thank you, dear, i’ll do my best.
sarah
I just have to say again, I really love this poem.
thank you, dear one.
sarah
Lady, you’re one of a kind. “Sleep without dreams…a warm place to float….” nice, very nice…and the smoking too…good stuff. k
i could say the same about you, my friend. thank you - i am getting a bit dark lately but i think i like it.
sarah
Lady…I love it. “sleep without dreams. a warm place to float…”
very very nice…I love where my mind went…and the smoking reference too…sitting on a stoop….ah…k
thanks kim, you have that power too - to take people places with your words.
sarah
Sarah sooooo lovely. Thank you. Love the picture to. Love Di.
thank you, dear. i love you.
sarah