poem (Patreon)

Small talkOh helloGlad to see youHow are thingsYes my things are good tooI’ve been meaning to tell you that somewhereThere will be a deep green leaf curled over a pond in the nighttimeIn a place where the air has purpled in gauzy fog light somewhereExists this scene of the deep green leaf quivering over the blackPond water beaded with rain yes there is rain I forgot somewhereThere will be rain falling on the young green leaf into the vaporousWater of the pond which has existed forever, forever below the deepGreen leaf shaped like a mouth which collects raindrops like a mouthPattered silly by the magenta rain somewhere will the infant leafHarbor inside itself a pearl of rain which will swell with new pearlsCreating a critical crystalline orb heavy enough to roll to the crispEdge of the leaf which is sharp and tender with moon glow the clearGlobe suspended there for a moment like a tear from an eye it will clingLike a tear from an eye then will fall and chaos shatter on the pitchSurface of the perfect pond and fold into a vastness made of itselfInto a vastness made of itself and the former drop will go on existingIn many different ways and well there is always rain in this placePlus even more leaves than the one I mentioned so as you can imagineThis sort of thing is happening all the timeI’m glad I was able to tell you thisSorry if I went on a bitYes so nice to see youI do enjoy our talksUntil next timeGoodbye