©2002 Diane Bonds

This morning at 5:30,
alone in the kitchen,
I heard the rain from some overflowed catch on the roof drop
to a pool in the basement far below.
Plip, plop. Plip, plop.
It was so regular,
as if nature were playing a tennis game with herself,
one in which she did not rush.
To pierce my heart
I asked myself -
"Why do others need explosions
to hear the sound of peace?"


Brandywine
3/20/03

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