Two Day Rain
This our river began
as black night, dust, gravity, cold, and distance:
it began as time unconscious of itself
and atoms clustered for company –
beyond telling how much later, it began
in immeasurable heat, and by a mechanism
or serendipity it can no more explain
than recreate, elements became water,
and earth a place rounded under blue.
Thus from this our sky water makes fear,
anger, gratitude, violence, regret and love,
skepticism, irony, unwillingness and distrust.
It makes eyelashes and shoulders, elbows,
hamstrings, nipples, toes and tongues,
wheat, and every sequoia, newt, violin,
salmon, foxglove and wing.
All that water has seen and done it says
as it eddies and turns, pools and is by wind
shoved, as it becomes cloud again,
as for two days it has fallen sideways, loud,
then merely down. Just this morning
I watched seven-year-old David next door
as he splashed in slick boots and fished worms
out of standing water. When it rained harder,
he looked up and opened his mouth.