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?