Attractive nuisances & known hazards

D4
D4
Jul 26, 2017 · 2 min read

No break in
this dreadful pleasant weather is forecast

Where are the gray days that can scour my soul?

An unbeliever left with
will
and not much else making a poet’s progress of
halting certainty
and its opposite number

The spiteful sun sings yellowed harmonies behind
another needless endless summer

But our thirst is slaked by
rain only!

Sometimes it rains

One drop of
that stuff can fill whole reservoirs with
forgiveness !

Sometimes it don’t

I stick the broad hook of
my nose out
the window

We only know it rains

I witness weathered headstones laboring beneath
heavy clouds

And then it won’t

I draw down the
tired air of
another half-done day

I am starving for
something with
the taste of
sky in
it!

How thoroughly thoroughly thoroughly have I squandered by
the hour each hour

Enough of
the chit-chat
cuz nature bats last
and that’s that!

I riffle my desk for
something… something… something…

Find the end of
something
and there you have it

The sky darkens
and the winds rise
and the pressure falls
and the clouds release one drop
then another
and another

But the sign on
the door said we could redeem our longings on
the way out!

Petrichor stirs from
thirsty earth to fill each breath for
an instant
with ancient hopes

The trouble is that while desire made us strong satisfaction sapped our souls

In
a breath we move from
drought to
flood forcing us to beat a hasty retreat to
higher ground that becomes an island on
whose shrinking shores we will bear
the weight of
the water of
the world.

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Words & images by D4 2017

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