Sunday, April 15, 2012

It Rains

It Rains

Older and somewhat
immune I believe, although
never is one
from pain

It rains always
it rains and downpours
not surprisingly
heaven cries incessantly
while my tears are sporadic

A delicate life
a baby pink tiny life
given and sold
all the animals, all the graves,
the Coliseum

Michelangelo, Rome
it's no different:
here in nowhere
a tiny yard
on the earth, it's sky, a theater

I was going to add something
but there was nothing
to add this time, only
a deep sigh, a long slow
glance at the ground

at a small stand of
rock, hastily
made in spontaneous
about the meaning of objects

1 comment:

Sarah said...

so beautiful and sad xo