Sunday, December 13, 2009

With apologies to James Joyce

Here on Earth, the rain is falling. The rain is tapping on the pane, falling on the muddy hillside, streaking the trunks of the eucalyptus trees. The rain is falling and the yellow flowers glisten. The birds huddle deeper into the oak. The rain is falling, too, on the last lonely resting place of the old black and white cat. It lightly silvers the stone Buddha, rooted to his stump, watching through wettened eyes. My memories slowly gather as I hear the rain falling finely through the universe and finely falling upon all the living and all the dead.

3 comments:

Paul said...

Beautiful and it is so good to have you back.

GULAHIYI said...

Very nice. Welcome back.

Tai said...

Thank you, Paul and Gulahiyi. I am so happy to be back.