rain falls from the rainclouds
the ground holds it breath
the dust is as lost as your bones
impact after impact
the rain finds its way
through the leaves
and the soil
and the snails and the stones
and under bricks and broken cups
between the rancid copper coins
sown like dirty seeds
by careless hands
I dreamed that I would find you
as a traveler finds treasure
in the ordinary findings
of extraordinary lands
but friends all hold my hands
and say that grief is a beast
who will bind a broken heart
with chains and with ropes
who will feed your loss with longing
who will sow such pretty seedlings
as will grow into a forest
full of ludicrous hopes
but I know
at the bottom of my brain
there is a hole
through which I will pass
to find you at last
oh porridge peeling in the pot
oh innards of the broken clock
that points toward your face
with lifeless hands
I dreamed that I would lose you
as a traveler will leave behind
extraordinary losses
in only ordinary lands
but friends all hold my hands
and say that grief is a beast
who will bind a broken heart
with chains and with ropes
who will feed your loss with longing
who will sow such pretty seedlings
as will grow into a forest
full of ludicrous hopes
but I know
at the bottom of my brain
there is a hole
through which I will pass
to find you at last