I Could Wait

I could wait

for the rain to stop

for a better day

for a sign

for ever

Or I could not wait

And let the rain fall

like a fresh reminder

on my dry-worn head

baptized in showers

and floods

filled to over-flowing

swamped
with a deeply wet grace

In the Honeysuckle Swamp

In the honeysuckle swamp

where paths roam like brambles

getting lost is the point