Index

Rain

we form our state high
high in some shapeless vapours
immeasurably refined and redefined
from past wetness now washed clean
and raised expectant shy
we grow newly redesigned
with vibrant sheen
our drop drops roundly from the sky
begins the folly of our freefall capers 
 
some float as mizzle
some sting as driving rain
some from a huge and frowning height
            dive headlong earth bound
in joyous pain
most from the dullness of some grey drizzle
            touch ground with silent sound
            with empty gain
 
all fall in vain
 
few shine resplendent bright
in glory of sun’s refracted light
most lost in viewless blight
in numbness of endless night