Another Time

“From where we stand the rain seems random.
If we could stand somewhere else, we would see the order in it.”
Tony Hillerman, Coyote Waits

The rain drips off the roof edge
ticking off steady clocklike metallic drops – seconds –
not 60 by 60 by 24
that runs our engines, but some other
Time I have yet to fully understand.

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After the Rain Blues

Even the new plants in the garden

have had enough of the spring rain.

Winter lingered. True spring passed us by.

Warm, moist, green jumped to May summer.

Brushing rosemary and sage scents the air.

 

Robins brush their wings against window screens

attacking reflections of their own nesting instincts.

They started nesting in the pine tree

outside the bedroom window under our gaze.

Today, three blue eggs match the sky.

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