with the returning of rain
comes the returning of snug

- a mind at rest a body laid back
and a soul at ease as rain plays her songs.

Small leaf-

Still moist-

Resting in
My palm

in the meantime,
soft air pooling around me

the ghost of you
sleeping soundly on the porch

only waking to tell me
that we were meant to be an oak
how we were meant to peel
ourselves down to our cores
holding the part left
with closed hands

as the moon rises over the end of summer
the wind lulls you
and I am wanting