Hard Rain
LISTEN NOW
Hard rain
the tulips stand straight as a pin saluting the sky
deeply flushed pink and red corsages bolstering tightly enfolded
petals against the onslaught
I wake mid dream
For the first time a new character melds its impression into my diluted visions
mixes with the soup that is my morning dreaming
16 years after the main event
by intuition and occasionally by waking in the middle of a dream
I lose him again and again and then again
or rather my searching fails to find him
In the beginning I woke every night in the hours
resonances of the sound of footfall still audible
traversing a bridge between sleep and light
a bitter taste of dread dominating my breath
we were in a city
the ancient streets thronging with people
we were in a huge warehouse store
I was in the prison alone
on alone mornings
I lay oblivious to the cacophonous sounds of the dawn chorus
I lost him the one the future one
somehow the gods of denial reign in the underbelly of my dreaming
enslaving me reincarnating the dream nightly
replacing the loss of my son with the loss of my daughter
with the loss of a threshold
a lock tight guarantee against forgetting
Hard Rain
