I heard the rain patter—as I awoke for life –
The silence of the morning
loomed thick, impenetrable in the air –
As the first breath filled my lungs.
The trickle of water – timely against the glass payne
Fingers and toes wiggling firm, stretching long
For truth in what’s cognizant – God’s hand in pure
Grey – lively trickles, cold and dense—
held pressure to me
The window soon cleared –
And I could finally see.
Poem inspired by Emily Dickinson.