Wet Enough

summer's warm and gentle wind
with sparkling rain comes drifting in...
then between two wafting moistened puffs
the rain it stops, earth's wet enough

as flap flap flap the sound of wings
almost touching, summer sings
with young birds learning how to fly
from the water to the sky -

drip drip drip the flowers weep
sparkling, sunstruck water seeps
into the ground where roots absorb
liquid life through living cords

while in the air where green leaves grow
microscopic rivers flow
trickling in the summer's breeze
flowing over all the leaves -

damp air touching summer sings
bees in flowers with buzzing wings
warm sensations wrapped around
everything where we are found -

as the morning slips away
the Sun keeps rising just the way
each heart radiates a beam
a reflected iridescent gleam

from an unseen place in the mind
a secret place we each can find
where atoms spin in empty space
where we are one when face to face...