After the rains

A single fly won't stop

Interrogating me, on my

Eyes, my neck, up my

Nose, it wants to know it all.

And the sky is blue and the

Clouds receded and the

Gravel is damp not wet.

The blustery rains are passed

The horizon is big and

Growing, the future filling,

The life swelling to encompass

The world in this golden

Morning light.

It will storm again,

But for now it is not.