Today, like a hurricane without the wind, a deluge brought Renton two months of rain in two minutes. I, for all of my pounding on the floors and walls, was but a decibel-poor tinker at the clamouring art. How quickly did the sky darken and commence to turn my world to mud? Quick and strong and full, rain was again an element of creation unto itself.
In those moments
I feel a division both of desire and nature
Is it time to rattle like so many
Worried pecking hens in a straw filled house
Or like a mallard should I emerge
Centered within a falling salt-less ocean
Stand as simple as a bouy
Slow and rock, rocking never tipping
In the wake of things?
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