sitting on porches since Friday
while the sky tilts like a watery glass
we wait for downpours
a drenching joy
a carnival sky

but what I don't say
what I can't say
is that with this joy
comes a mourning
something left behind
blue lined, teary, mingled
I move on

all things will change
we wait for the rain
and the promise remains

live life fully
peeking through fingers
slung in our hammocks
cocooned
skimming the water
trapezed above time
we glide like slingshot angels

belly up and floating we see
the promise in the sky
up to Orion's ribs
we climb this tree and listen
for our pulse

all things will change
we wait for the rain
and the promise remains

I flung loosely into that world
I stayed heavily
I'll be a Jacaranda Tree in Indiana
I say
greenhoused and sung to
I pray
light will leak from out pockets
we'll be drenched, overcome
at night the fireflies
streamers at our sides
silent flaming arcs of hope

all things will change
we wait for the rain
and the promise remains