RAIN IS SPEECHLESS
Gulls, following
along the cliffsrain parts from cloudswith mind full:
fishing boats
needles andwet blackberries
dark arrow of need
underfootLook
God makes them
the rain’s motherspreach silenceif rain spoke
so hungry
rain would speakin pop and click
and for what?
not for the rain’s mothers
to weave and reweave the horizon’s leash
to negotiate the whirLook
whip and billow and belly
to hear any prayer
and desire
Look before
Look before you--