the winds have abated and the rain
now the lonely dark comes again
with blue lines running in the mind
with hands explorative and blind
(was it the bitter taste of smoke
or pepper berries? lips parted spoke
words out of kisses bringing fears
no nearer to relief than tears)
now memory is of lightning, flares
in the night, with darkeyed cares
encircling universes strange
as the skies through which they range
thunder removes to distant space—
from quiet woods where ancient grace
roots tree in soil and lake is mild
only the stormbird's flight is wild
the wind and the rain
thoughts in my head
like wind through pines
lift to north
veer to south
shift to east
rear to west
the wind not the pines
till my thoughts are dead
love in my heart
like rain on dust