A figure in the distance
Blurred by the fog and lamplight
Of a rainy city

A damp hand pulls me forward
The figure beckoning
Deeper into the rain

The thunder is comforting
The rumbling voice of stirring motion
Grounding soul

The figure speaks in thunders
Rolling through the wind
Gently pushing

No leaving the rain
Calm storms folding me over
To those holding hands

The figure no longer in the distance
Holds still in my mind
Ends the racing in the rain

A house in the rain
The figure promises
Still darkened by the mist and mindful blur

Home the rain the figure
Requires no clarity of the mind
Only a touch and a feeling
Full feeling
Deep feeling


©Abigail Siegel, 2020

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MA in Classics: Latin poetry as well as myth and folklore. Writes mostly poetry and book reviews. Part-time Latin tutor: https://latinbyabby.wordpress.com/

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