Between the Rain and Sun
We live in drought
As summer sings to fall
My wandering clothes
Have filled with filth through all
A sunny view
Along the road I came
To pray for peace
On a night of calming rain
The rooftop tiles
Have washed with water’s lash
The rusted drains
Have carried off the ash
Along the harbor east
I walk as water flows
Perhaps somewhere
There’s someone else who knows
My heart is clear
As air begins to chill
Another land
Contains desires still
at the bottom of the forest
at the bottom of the forest
within the dark pearl
where we have come to rest
from echoes and voices
so still
the universe has barely cracked
and the grass stays silent
