(for Daniel)
I am broken by the rain,
leaves telling on the fall,
poems I have missed
when I refused to rise up
to the dreaming in their call.I am broken by the rain,
silence taking to the streets,
the falter and linger
that did not matter once
till my past learns to speak;neither iron nor names
hewn to the bone,
but the losses I cut
when I know it's due
to call a stone a stone.Published in Broken by the Rain (2003)
Last Modified: 5 September 2003