Splash


 

rain at an open window
like minutes drops

like tic like
toc 

you in grey morning upstairs
asleep in our freshly sheeted bed
white as cream cheese

you asleep among the accumulated stuff of us 
gathered over four decades of knowing—

forget beginning forget end

rain flutesound lamplight slate-spectacle of clouds 
self-shedding slow saturated low brimming 
its dash against a raised window’s sill
with metronome certainty
splash
.

Jim Culleny
7/13/17