Hydrogeological Cycle: Easter, 2013
Luck of a north wind brings
rain from formless clouds higher
than our common air, un-prophaned
by breath of machine or man,
or so it seems, unless you
analyze rain drops for unseen
nitrites, sulfates etc and so on
as my curiosity has done. Is
it force of falling that forms
them or their mutual fear calling
them inward to communal spheres?
Until, through no fault of their
own, they strike stick slide down
the window panes. Misshapen
tear drops until they slip drip
run in trickles, becoming water
here on earth again to later rise
in their certain resurrection,
achieve by chance and being what
they are what faith dreams of.
