We were sweet and soft together today
What change has taken over us?
The sour, churning waters we drown in time after time
Have receded like a dream.
It is I who calls the rain
Crying for water to wash away
The oily sickness, the smell and trash of
Generations of suffering.
And you who burns it away
A whipped frenzy to survive the tempest.
You burn out of control, while I nearly drown us both
And for a moment once it passes
We have cleared the area
A clean, calm, beautiful moment.
That must have been this morning.
In our pajamas, in happy restoration
We kissed the stains away.
It is hard to appreciate the nature of things
The still after the world is torn apart, to start again.
I am beginning to understand that the moment cannot stand still
And it is wasted if not held gently.
And it is wasted if not freed firmly.