First light

earth’s light rim greyed with storm.

First awareness born as

wind’s realm swirls

whispering promise of your coming…

Full rounded belly pregnant cloud

hangs,

waiting,

as do I…

Electric

otherworld rumbles

as you turn my way

and I taste, in the flaring intensity,

your elemental urgency

for expression,

for connection,

for release.

Spilling beyond

its exquisite tension

slow drops fall,

seeking always

the lowest,

the deepest

union

of all.

Rhythm builds and I wonder

if you,

and I,

as rain does for earth,

will ease

for the other

this archaic thirst.

2006