Rainmaker

Rainmaker

from this view it seems like the fires may never cease

orange and bright yellow flames

licking and flickering

against a pale grey sky

that’s getting darker

yep

from up here

i can see endless stretches of field

overlapping the sunflower forest

that’ll go too before dawn

the ignited coals of my written

and verbal bonfire of expression

have plenty of fuel to torch an endless supply

of ideas and questions and passions

that’s the easy part

the idealized multidimensional

poet’s eye view

of how the world ought to be

how it will be

soon

but that type of flame only gives off

the black ashen smoke that burns the lungs

like tar from firestone tires

and even now the clouds gather with one another

forming layer upon layer of thick heavy ashen air

the cumulus with the nimbus

letting their powers combine

and where is captain planet anyway

he’s probably too smart to hang around

in this sweltering grey humidity

but as for me

i choose to get my buckets ready

cause when the rains do come

and i’m told they always do

i gotta be ready to fill my well

until then i dance the jig of the shaman

and dream about home