(Go closer — the picture dissolves)

I am waiting on the rain - so yes, you may call me over to the sheltered roof of your imagination, the awning of a conversation in verse

I am waiting - the rain remains stubborn, clinging to the clouds always now looming on the horizon, a tangled mess of uncertainty and song

I am - waiting, the rain remains of what I am thinking, that perhaps one poem won't fall unless another poem joins it, some loosely formed idea the center that may not hold

I - am waiting, rain drops around us, both, slow then steady, then deliberately hard, hardly a storm now but more of a windfall

of words, for gravity is its own Gordian Knot, ain't it, after all?

(Nature is more complex than a picture)

— for Terry