After the Rain

it rushes through violently
pooling on branches in drains
in the wake of this passion
washed up debris
caught in gutters of rage
silent phrases trickle lonely
in the storm cluttered grates
to drown in the stagnant
rainbows below
grown from greased run-off
from things that once mattered

in this path of destruction
a blue sky belies
a clarity of purpose
the brightness of day hiding this fight
as the warmth of this moment
casts shards in the light

it's the yielded resurgence
in the aftermath of despair
in the breaking open of this bottle
of undrinkable repair


“For everything you have missed,
you have gained something else,
and for everything you gain,
you lose something else.”
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

1 comment:

DarkMaiden said...

Wow, I really like this one. Gave me a chill :)