Message, A Poem Of Good Will

I sent you tidings
But didn't know
Your address;
So,
I whispered it to the rain
When it fell
Against the glass
To run in long fingers
Like tears on cheeks.
The rain bids me stay
In my place of walls;
As it flows
Beyond the glass,
Past county lines,
Down distant roads,
And then splatter
Past your door
On its way to where
Waters go.
Did you hear its murmur?
It said,
I am happy
Because
I imagine that
Somewhere
You are happy.


(c) A.E. Dozat 8/18/14