Rain Drum

Our Round House

encircles us in the storm.

The ceiling flutters, then snaps taut

under thrumming raindrops 

that bombard us like endless thoughts -

pummeling us into sleep,
into dreams...

our canoe springs free as

poisons wash away 
downstream

we plunge into
possibility -

into

stillness.

How much stronger we are

in this Rain Drum,

this

quiet.


--for Torrey, on his birthday!