7.16.14 Far Beneath

In the early morning rain, complete with the
cavalcade of sounds upon 
roof and drainpipes and
nearby leaf, the old 
wheelbarrow stalled by the compost

Far beneath the sleeping house perched upon the
mountain range's rock foothill
Begins the somnolent rhythm of
water flowing , dripping, dropping
so that if you are

Wakened too early and for
no useful reason you might
lie back, quiet, in the
not-so-easy yet not-too-hard
life that you , reluctant, may
open tired eyes to. You can

Nestle into this unaccustomed chill
and peer through wind blown
lime colored layers upon layers of
this summer's leaves ; you can

See in your mind the young doe 

wandering the lower 40, intent upon
the fresh cut tender field grass. You can

Imagine the sky thick and grey as a

soft cotton blanket with no
hint of the always-blazing every-moment
even-in-your-night sun that is
up there, somewhere, burning its

furious star self, and 

shining as stars will do

And here, you perhaps close

the door against your beloved's 

quiet morning ministrations and his
coffee making ritual ; you lean

Against the door against the
enormous bouncing pup. You turn
off the noisy cooling machine in the 

window to a new sort of quiet as you

Struggle open the swollen

old pine windows 

and stand back
inhaling as the

Fresh rain soaked air rushes in
filling the bedroom with it's
summer morning's pungency

You rub tired eyes, catch sight of the
too early clock, everything

smoulderingly soft edged ; colors 

muted     your bare feet
feel their way across a 

cool damp floor and you

Fall into layers of
smooth wrinkled covers next to the
aged sweet dog with a
careful hand you
rub down her spine as she
sighs against
all of those age filled aches

You feel yourself
slowly going under as your
head nestles a veritable mound of
recently abandoned pillows ; you are
opening your mind's door and out flows the
past in all the states you lived in and the

Various lovers ; you watch the
stream of events politely making their
way from the room;  a line of
deep sleep sheep pushing them all
out out - not now- for another time
as you

Get up once more simply to
press against the cool door to firmly 

close off and turn to
the silent patient bed as you begin to
feel yourself tumble. Use your

Shoulder , roll into it always   you
let go words and the
rain's song takes you up as you
fall far beneath into sleep