Rain, the rumble of future rain

—lines found in habry, Helen Degen Cohen

In the middle of the universe
 in its silent eye
 like a black pearl,
take a deep breath with me, and rest

in the deep forests of the earth
 wildflowers
silken blue, among orange poppies
 deep, deep in
and the silence blows.

Now her high time is over.
  Let her lines speak—

it was, really
 all the little days
 the things she saved alive
with such wildness
 a rose in her hand
 weightless and smiling

 humming & humming

Oh Lord, there is
 her poetry to lie on
 and wind, and wind and glisten
and harps
 writing shadows in the golden sky.

Lantern; orgasm. Silence.
 Later, perhaps, the holy moon.