Then it rains …

First published in Clear Poetry and then as part of the collection Fledge

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Then It Rains

You ask on my behalf to rise and leave,

to dress without the hindrance

of bootlace worms returning at our feet.

In vain we anticipate permission from spiders

who watch in shadows, spinning webs

that constrain all action.

Standing, squatting, sitting, we are opposed,

resisted. We are tangled marionettes,

linked with quantum string, each responding

with confused counter movement.

Blink my dears; so many eyes feel the tension

of our unseen bonds. These rainmaker thoughts,

connected across a web of reverberating nonsense

and countless coils, speak to me with jaded explanations;

there are no options again today. So you tell me

that we have to stay and wait.

And I have to listen. So I listen.

Then it rains.

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