As/Is







5.01.2007


Rainy Day, Dream Away (adam fieled)


It’s raining
          an incorrigible sky pouts whitely

                        I never really felt so much before

            about the sky, it’s “apartness”….

                                  to wake up on such a day is to sleep

                 I sit, look down on glazed leaves

              minute pirouettes a revelation, revolution

                                          sodden air
                                            thick concrete zones
                            this is a city after all
                tire-hiss proves it
            coming from down below

                after all I’m up high, practically clouded
heavy eye-lids pale shrouds of “what is”
                           “what is” seems irrelevant data

             white curtains drawn across the street
two bodies must be improvising wetly

                                  to sit on such a day is to stand

                          in a squared circle of derisive un-laughter

who knew the clouds were such serious business

            that rain could be so meta-rational