between the rain and the fire

 


rain ends

sun peers out between
dark clouds like a voyeur
stealing secrets from
some midnight window

outback smoking

not thinking
much

not feeling
much

not believing
much

the sound of birds
returning to trees
between rain dripping
from rooftops

a moment
passes

the blur of
everything

I become the
sun looking
in on someone's
private life

I become the
smoke I am
smoking

I become the
birds returning
to the trees

I become the
drops of water
dripping down

soon I forget
who I
am

I forget the
battles,

the hurts,

that strange
inclination
to burn down
the world

I feel at ease,
even
peaceful

it's a wonder how a little
afternoon rain can
cleanse the
soul