It’s raining inside
and inside that
is this house in which I sit.
I don’t have words for outside,
the step behind my soul.
I’m soaked through and through,
yet clear sky and light
star this stormy place.
Originally published: Nov 2004
It’s raining inside
and inside that
is this house in which I sit.
I don’t have words for outside,
the step behind my soul.
I’m soaked through and through,
yet clear sky and light
star this stormy place.