may we all be heard
words are bells
let them ring!


Thom World Poet Austin, Texas, USA
Global Radical networker and activist for promoting the live Creative Arts,
at every possible opportunity, especially in his home-city, Austin, Texas, USA


Monday, March 28, 2011

AUTUMN RAIN HAS COME

to move this heat and high humidity
Cumulus/nimbus clouds bank liquidities
stronger than the Commonwealth Bank.
Wet pavements and roadways,sprinkled windshields
dark black this night with hidden stars
Even moon withdraws /slips behind shadows
Traffic noise seems muffled by these walls of drops
Another world now/rain to tears and back again
It is a time to be leaving/my mother's pain
stretched like a crooked back
No pill can ease these times.She moves slowly-
her face has lines.Advance weather warning.
Her clocks steal time back by moving forward
She will sleep afternoon siestas,knit socks and sweaters
make with wool and hand what is worn on feet and head
Clouds gather because they must.Who knows which is last?
Who will last a trick of time /a sleight of arthritic hand
Someone is always ahead of us down this road
When will she stop to ease her load?


when eye was young/old seemed so far away
moon elders staring down at microscopic me
now poles reverse/young stare up
with digital eyes and downloaded lives
distance settles in over time
bridges fall like walls
we send signals out to meet in deserts
discussing armistice

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