Starkness

Does it scare you, the unstructured starkness
of fallen rain, the absence of tiptoed episodes
in solid proof of trail – the only formless presence
of instants sodden, with no other tinge but palpable
transparency to portray you upon them?

Does a reflection, merely of bareness under liquid
feeling, of slithered wraps and baroque folds shed
like stupor castaways, bring your palms crashing
slap into your vision – like the reversed parody
of a limpid window that someone slaps shut 
into some bird’s flight?

But why would the audacity of pouring, clear
as water, all cursive skin and particles of breath
in permeable, permeating consummation, be
so daunting?

Ah, dare nature and love in barefaced outpour
– unashamed as rain that fell simply
as it was, because it could no longer suffer
being held in castles of painted clouds…

© 2007 Alexandra* ~ OneLight*®