Photograph by Walter Chappell (1925-2000)
(hear Talking Rain)
as burning sun meets cool wind
to suck juices out of the dirt
monument to sky, monument to the missing moisture
to irrigate is life to the trees and the lost garden.
Why must we be pleased with this, oh world of balance
where are you where is meaning in this, to kiss
a hot rock, be comforted by a cool night?
Flow with slower juices in the channels of earth
and accept with bitterness lessened by prayers
or at least good breathing & conservation.
Spirits of the high mountain communicated with high summer
to bring on the rain to bring on the rain again,
bring back the possibility of a garden, spirits of a tomato world
blessed. Oh jalapenos of the spirit world, see us through
Creator creating from the image of life, balance and rain again.
May I create equal steps in walking, and my heart and mind
on equal plane and bring someone what they need while waiting
for the beautiful storm, the rainbow that’s etched in my memory.
As a headdress of glowing water, and thunderclouds of miracles
brought down to Earth, splashing our dry furrows, oh drinking water
with a mountain face and a sky of love, a dancing spirit of the springs
on our knees before you, thundering as I remember, welcome
your presence in total submission and surrender, and dependence on your dance.
Rain water trance. Transformation. Fruit trees are looking up
from our home here, awaiting your pleasure, everything in the water.
Reflection of the sky in the spring, clouding up thundering down
your sound of rain surprises. Helping others brings you closer.
Cover up the sound of the crickets with your falling rain.
larry goodell / plactias, new mexico
from Dry Water, poems of 2003
©larry goodell 2011