“Hiding With Love”

a flash of pure rain
releasing my body again
into the air
where the children play fair 
I stare
like an avalanche of rocks
feeding me to the ground and cross
with worms and seedlings
no more bleeding
try seeing
for a great magic act
hiding my mystery in back
with a monster and an angel in cages
the day my being felt enraged
turned gray
inside the telephone wires
where my voice can always reach higher
try screaming to the other side
seeking, where a little love resides
so I can crawl inside
   --Nov 11, 2002