memoirs, art and fragments by Thomas Milner

Archive for July 24, 2012

The King of the Rainy Country

The sea is not calm today

The horizontal slash grey

With foreboding.

The swaying sobbing trees

The lightning flashes

The soundless arc-lights

Of distant strife.

A flock of small birds

Wheel in agitation

Against the dark sky.

A gust of wind

The hiss of rain

And the storm is upon us.

I snuggle deeper into my warm bed

And rejoice.

I am The King of the Rainy Country

Je suis comme le roi d’un pays pluvieux.

I exult that I have survived,

So far I have survived

I have survived

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