A Poem a Day (593): Waterfall

Waterfall
 
Warm rain spills in a thunderous curve,
separates globules of glutinous paint scrawls
on cream paper, slides a rhythm over the top
to drip-drop down the edges in a waterfall,
a fine veil of your delicate lilac tears,
awakens the languid body when it feels lost,
embracing as an almost physical thing,
a shawl, an abstract hug in a bid to silence the world.
 
Hold the mystery in your skin cup, feel the rush,
the smell of nature watering your soul,
raise your fingertips to the sky in welcome,
feeling all that escapes yonder, big or small,
as life is here, in each molecule miniscule,
this breath of knowledge escaping your lips
as you summon the words to describe the rain.
 
Copyright Vickie Johnstone, June 21, 2023