Listen to the Sound of Rain
Listen to the sound of breath, falling, rising.
Listen to remembering, gentle dreaming,
breath of life and ground of being, beating
heart and slowing down of time, timelessness.
Listen to your aching heart, its final press
of pain, its kiss of death, abyss
of time. Listen to time's time of fullness,
time to breathe the newly rained-on air,
fresh as spring but crisp and unaware
of the page's turn, the journey solitaire.
Listen to the sound of raindrops everywhere.
Listen to the gentle voices of the night.
Listen to the silence in the new moon light.
© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019