Let this flow through me
like virga —
like rain that doesn’t touch the ground,
that falls awhile through the sky
but then evaporates
leaving my feet dry
Let it be that I perhaps feel
a cold shaft around my ears
Let me raise my eyes
to see a span of rainbow
or some amazing rays
sifting through lines of gray
It’s OK
if all this is sublimated
and tomorrow
Steam rises from the earth
to meet the morning sun.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 10, 2013
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