8 – Tears of Sparrows

Tears of Sparrows

Rain dances in morning’s light
Drops as small as the tears of sparrows
Rain drops
Small as your own tears
Squeeze out at the corner of your eye
As you squint to see
Not knowing which vision of life
You wish to believe

One tear like a raindrop rolls
Down your arid cheek
You wandered this life in a desert
Dry winds only to mark your face
Trace your journey
This moment you consider
Letting the tears fall like rain
On the chance
That life will blossom on your cheek
Planted, the long awaited kiss

These tears if you let them
Scratch rivulets on parched ground
Eroding old soils
Making its own lines
On the landscape of your face
Combining both paths of sadness, release
Water seeks water
Raindrops seek teardrops
Together, they fall to the ground
Earth gives one grain
One grain to a tear
To tears that will turn to the rivers
Rivers to move mountains
On their way to the shore
Where the sea swallows mountains
Would you let teardrop fall
If you believed you could move mountains?
Believed you could use them to join with the sea?
Would you notice the rain then, if you were the sea
Could you spread yourself out as wide as the sea
Could you feel the soft drops, the tears of the sparrows
Receiving them all as they joined with the sea?

It’s Been Raining

Skin

Skin works both ways
Some days
Rain falls
Rolls right off my back
As if a duck
Floating on your lake

Other days skin
Keeps in
All there is
Beneath the surface
Of this pond

Rain spatters
Surfaces
Disturbing calm, smooth
Reflectiveness
Noisily

But no tears seem to fall
Onto me
Rippling the exterior
Roiling
Or raising a motion

They seem instead to fill from below
Silently seeping
Flooding all beneath the surface
Never spilling spontaneously over

Just filling
Filling this skin
With the weight
Of water

JLGrady
8.11