Checkpoint.

Checkpoint


I lie listening
Rain, echo heavy
Dancing in the night
Now a waltz
Light step two and to the side
Trickle-rain
Drooping the arms of branches
Maple, out of season
Cypress by the lake
Heaven sent to river depths
Slipped one by one down the flay pattern leaves
Rain.

I whisper secrets to the rain
It whispers back. Carrying my scandal
To feed the fields and river fishes
Corn grows plump on my secrets
Dead winter abates.
See how the land ripens, rich
With our contraband love
Our necessary secrets.
We walk on, drunk poor and forgetful
Under the rain
By the brimful lake
Gliding ever by some hidden back way
To the open, anonymous sea.