03-19-2016, 07:28 AM
Night rain
The pattering across my roof last night
not cats or possums - rain, above my bed.
Enslaved to wakefulness, I lay, eyes closed,
ears opened to the dark. The passing trains
made my cold bed feel warm, a safe cocoon
while gentle heartbeat murmur from the beach
exactly matched my pulses’ beating thrum
until I slept again. The morning brought
bright sunshine, grass still holding drops of dew
that wet my morning ankles wide awake.
The pattering across my roof last night
not cats or possums - rain, above my bed.
Enslaved to wakefulness, I lay, eyes closed,
ears opened to the dark. The passing trains
made my cold bed feel warm, a safe cocoon
while gentle heartbeat murmur from the beach
exactly matched my pulses’ beating thrum
until I slept again. The morning brought
bright sunshine, grass still holding drops of dew
that wet my morning ankles wide awake.