I’m swelling, softening those hard edges
and threatening to spill!
If it splashes on you, I am sorry
but I can’t stop being happy for one minute.
I wait for these moments
I can be patient when waiting, but
when it comes it is glorious and
I don’t care who sees!
Let it slam into the stormwall
Break on the barriers and threaten the streets
Let me fly into distant mountains
and make flooded hollows of the bare earth.
It is wet, it is warm
It is visual, rushing to make dancing tumbling stars
and frothy spray, and whispering delicate leaves
It is nature, sky and Earth – rich mud and scented pines
and I will let it live there.
