rain at an open window
like seconds drops,
ticks tocks
in grey morning you upstairs
asleep in our freshly sheeted bed
white as cream cheese
you asleep among the accumulated stuff of us
gathered in thousands of daybreaks 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
Blink 