can you hear the swish of rain
can you hear the swish of rain on the already slick asphalt interspersed by handfuls of wind have you stopped everything you usually begin your day with and just listen to how i am reaching out to you i am sharing the first sounds of a morning not quite hatched as it is dark, the cats sleep in a tangle on the piano the second story red brick building i live in is encapsulated with such a thunderous silence: children, parents, grandparents... dream of being more patient paying more attention to elders- the garbage truck swings by at exactly 6:40 am we all are as ready as we can be for the sunrise--however much it will be obscured---by the rain, the tear filled sky, releasing myths of inequality, the lessening of lies--that can bring us closer to discovering each others' humanity- healing the hurts with both the gentle pling of rain, and a learned appreciation for each breath, holding our hands firmly--as we ascend the mountain not knowin...