Rob Schackne #756 - A Note on Rain

A Note on Rain

There will be no more wild horses

emerging from the forest    that race

across the plains   instead we see the blind

leading other blind ones   down the hill

to the sand dunes   one by one toward the sea

some walk and some crawl   it is freshness

it is the new world order of salt   and wind

leaving dryness   the crowded carriages

no room in the mind for guessing   scarcely

room enough for a joke   a house   or poetry

where are the horses   when is the departure

there is a magnitude of hope   they believe
how to turn one thing into another   peace day

the storm has struck   the galleries are open   

pandanus for beginners   coffee for the rest of us