What You Need
From Dunes Review • #28.2
A steady silver rain pours out
over the gray world on an ordinary
morning. Drenching for hours
the field, wildflowers, soil
and all the birds off somewhere dry
in hidden nests, keeping quiet.
And you, too: keep quiet for a few hours,
let your thoughts fizz like that silver sheen,
shushshushshushshush, ceaseless sheet
of velvet, of plenty. Enough to hear, to drink,
to soak in, though you hadn’t known
how dry you were.