Rain falls as it should
three days in a row and in
this perfectly sealed room
with its high ceiling I feel safe
and expansive, my thoughts
able to float ten feet up
before bumping against the ceiling
thus permitting a whole circus
to perform in the bigtop of my brain
where the juggler’s pins are tossed sky high,
the gal scantily clad stands upon an
elephant’s back with room to spare and
my own humble plans and wishes raise
their heads and hands fully believing they
will be seen and heard.
