NaPM April 24, 2017

[rayheinrich]

                           


                                it's me
                                i'm earth awaiting rain then waking in a new spring haze
                               
                                a window luminous
                                a crooked pane of glass to see through and a sycamore to see
                               
                                i hear fresh sound that's
                                where it shouldn't be
                                it's somewhere here
                                or was it dreamt
                                or maybe it's just waiting with the rain that smells about to come
                               
                                one foot inside the other
                                luckily it's just my shoe
                                and not my mouth confusing what i said with what it can't
                               
                                a foot within a shoe
                                a door within a frame
                                and there's that sound again that isn't just remembered
                               
                                crooked glass
                                and morning dove
                                a voice that drifts
                                out from a dream
                                these are the only past i have
                               
                                it's me
                               
                                i'm earth awaiting rain
                                then waking





Inspiration comes from the line with "sycamore" in it from this poem here.