Last Night The Rain Came

It was a steady drumming
in the dark.

It was a presence. A humming
in the air.

It was an influence. A pulsing
in the atmosphere.

It was a change coming. A shifting.
A worry in the heart.

And I closed my eyes to it. And I felt
weary and frightened.

And I fell asleep to the sound of it.

And in the world behind my eyes
apprehensive dreams occurred.

And I was scared. And I wanted to wake
and be soothed by the sun.

But I didn't. Couldn't. Didn't.


Middle of the Night


Poem copyright Bernard Young 2011