After the Rain

I reached both my hands
into sodden soil
seeking roots of words
to use for clay
finding nothing.

I flung it onto space
watched it writhe and dance
turning into shadows
building syllogisms
conjugating itself.

I waited longer and long
for a lover of truth
to breathe life
into that invisibility
rendering it blood-bright.

Now my hands are yours
I fill my lungs
with helium from your lips
float into darkest shimmer
into every night sky.


About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
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