two poems

summer rain

awakened from the dandelion dream
you fall on us (warm)
like whispering stars

lay down on the earth
and bless the pavement
find your way to the tongues

of spiders and ants
and into the wells
of all the kingdoms you serve

find your way
across the shivering grass to
broker a peace without tears 

i found my way in the morning mist
i found my way in the pitch of white light
in the drops on my glasses 


when

you must float up
in ways that are hidden
breaking the surface
in the middle of the night
while the universe sleeps