Morning Rain

Morning Rain

for Kelly K. Moran

This morning there was much rain,

forcing the birds into trees,
the butterflies beneath leaves.

I stand at the open window,

listening for the cool silence
between raindrops.

I begin to wonder

about time machines,
about being fully absorbed into the future:

The full view of a sunset

from our porch chairs,

a cat resting at our feet.

Faces aged, a hand

holding a hand. 

And the wind

comes down from flowered hills,

filling the home with fragrances.

Everything is golden orange

like a softly glowing jewel.          

I blink and turn from the window.

Another routine day begins.
The echoes of my heartbeat
will mingle with the rain.


(From the books Selected Poems 2004-2007 and 10 Love Poems)