wet

wet




after a drip of
morning tea

when everything is still,
everything...

i mean everything.

last night's rain
drips and drops
off each leaf and flower
audible inside
the blooms,
the house,
and inside
me.

from the eaves
and the window sills
it drops

bit by bit;

soggy magpies
sputter wet jabbers

old fir tree's roots
are waterlogged
and the worms' gasps
audible.

each drop a thought

e l o n g a t i n g . . .

until it's a thin line

the length of time

ticking and dripping

and each moment
within the line
is another
thought.

and then... and then...
the incense stick
completes.


originally published 30/06/2024

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