Kit Kelen #172 - prisoners of the rain

172

prisoners of the rain

possum comes from the weather

house is a hat

and under, dripping

all at eaves

tap of heaven full tilt on

and later, tunelessly attired

to stillness

just the roof run off

socks in gumboots twisted

the cloud unseen

because we're in it

strangely improvised, the weather

as if we were to live in it

when house is hat

at desk in it

trickle of day in the sunshine breaks

then on again for young and old

come from a paddock

a forest of the stuff

indoors by cosy book

in nook with fire

frogs far but heard

possum comes from the weather

and to weather returns

the cloud unseen

because we're in it

is shaped of colour spent

so silvering from grey by sun

no knowing where sun went