
love at first light
love pours down
in every drop of rain
just as first light
comes—it’s not
a lazy rain but
undemanding
more than shower
less than deluge
steady
the ground
swills it in
this land so dry
reservoirs have
steep copper walls
pleasure boats
crowd in the
pocket-size lake
that remains
birds come awake
in the gray dawn
feast on sunflower
shaking their
red-dusted wings
drops flying, they
crowd the feeder
hunger-driven
in the wet chill
each drop that
pings the roof
a grace, a blessing
fills the aquifer
wet love quenching
the thirst of the land
down, down keep
pouring down
this, my prayer
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.