A Moment's Ingress

Thunder overhead.


The rain comes.


The rain falls.


I feel it clear, feeding
my skin,
the soil
I can taste its droplets
in my body.
I will walk out into it
             (entering you)
it will be absorbed ~
             (enter me)
move between
bring the smell and
       the sound closer
bring this desire
       thundering into reprieve
the vessel refilling
   the delivery spilling
here is the thunder
I collect the water
       and relinquish my holdings


old things
dead things
     be freed
feed underneath
        the skin
   spirit sings
as we share in
       this short downpour


rise and cool the air
sink into the soil
diffuse and rest
bleed through spectral fields
a moment’s ingress