There was a June when it rained
As it rained every June
Anyone could remember
All day, every day, every night
A rain so fine you could breathe it
So swollen you could drown
In the tall grass never knowing
Why, eyes wide and mouth agape
That June as wet inside as out
The earth heaved upward
As the rain kept falling
The sky without warning red as blood
I remember now, a voice was calling
“Come back through the long grass,
Come back through the red, red rain.”
But the red rain was you.
For all I know
I’m standing on someone’s
Is it possible to add anything
to a life, to ensure no alley
is left unexplored, no mystery
unexplained, no new device,
no diversion, no distraction
to hurry us along toward
the end of it all, the last
deceit, the final jest?
Shall we die wishing for one more
object, a last lunch, an unread memo?
Shall we panic at the end, unready,
as if no one had told us about this?
If water is life
The sky is immortal
Sigh the trees, fading.
Soaring high above
inside the red-shouldered hawk
the souls of sparrows