Dragon Song

She had the dream again

The last day of normal
When the ordinary man
Finished his boat

Her skin was the color of the sky before rain
Before rain came down
She had been a towering
A river of life with eyes clear resilient

This was the nightmare she could not untangle–flash flood had been a meaningless
Term in an endless
Skein of days
The color of her skin, her eyes
As tall as she was beautiful
They had all believed they were
The man/little man
Holed up in his boat
While the fearless laughed
This world will never fall

But the sky might

And by the time they knew
The world was already
Swept away



Imagine no rain
Just an even mist
Falling from this perfect perimeter of sky
And all your neighbors are giants
I see men like trees walking

Pretend you have an ordinary floor
When the rain starts you are merely
A new thing

You watch the floor.

As days go buy you sense a change in this world without barometer
Pressure rises

You watch the floor
With a fixed concentration
Long after you should have run
To the tree line/to the mountains
Of a broken world

You watch the floor

And once there
Perched on the edge of this world
The last memory of dragons

You are stilled by a storm without
A name.

When the river rises
Carry me
When the mountains fall
Carry me
When the man behind you laughs in the face of rain

And other words for falling

You watch the floor