Morning Dream

The morning rain is good for the dry garden, but bad for the planned picnic!

Morning Dream

The gray sunlight
wakes me—
with the drumming
on the rooftop.

I could be
disappointed
for my picnic—
or happy
for my dry garden.

But I pause,
and listen
to the rain drumming,
and tapping a smooth,
soothing rhythm
on the rooftop.

And as I listen
to the birds in the rain,
still choosing to chirp,
I wonder—

as I fall
back to sleep—

Will I begin to awaken?



----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This poem is from "Bottle in the River" 
                     about a Poet's journey down a river, chasing a bottle
                     tossed by the fingertips of "that I am."
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Written within the parameters of the theory of "Multivalence"