Words Conjured Into Being: waiting for rain & somatic electronica
waiting for the rain
i sit waiting
waiting in the streets
looking out at the meadows
waiting for a clink
that turns into a crackle
that spreads across the sky
across the land
and across the sea
i sit waiting for words given as wisdom
words given as chance
posters and cards
and the belly of the populace
covered with spiced graffiti
that calls forth revolution
that calls forth resolution
manifestos blindside me
the choirs sing discordant notes
children play
adults stand and watch
i sit waiting
waiting for the rain
—
somatic electronica
your hand
touching my arm
is somatic electronica
creating subdermal emotional photosynthetic responses
and i am lost
for a moment
in the unseasonal
morning fog
adrift, unmoored
stumbling, rootless
your lips
touching my lips
is transcendental meditation
a fugacious dermal union
that has the tendency to disappear
and then reappear
intensified
your feet
immersed in one-two patterns
dancing, rollicking
and i am a seed
sprouting, gliding
blown by the morning breeze
your eyes
dazzling, illuminate, primate eyes
looking back at me
i am caught off guard
and i am babbling
around bends
through dappled sunlight
pooling, flowing
but i love your heart
your brilliant
ignited
radiant
glowing
agile heart
which beats just for you
Warren, thank you for bringing poetry to the Davis Voice. It’s a wonderful counter-balance to the politics of daily life.