Art by Robert Bateman

The Rainy Days Are Yet To Come And The Eternal Sea Is Already Roaring

The rain in me
drips and platters,
runs down the
parched surface
of my coarse skin,
and I find my self
in a pool of rainwater
which grows and grows
until it becomes the sea.

The sea in me
roars, and engulfs
whatever I hold dear.
It’s dark and deep
like the abyss.
It spurts up suddenly
numerous feet high
like a mountain cat
with his claws brushing,
hissing with rage –
perhaps agony,
and then all of a sudden
disappearing back,
creating an atmosphere
of utter tension.

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Art by Robert Bateman

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