Ebony3

I listen to the rain And everything feels so far away And close at hand The world is coming apart at the seams And I am home Listening to the rain Earlier I stood outside Catching raindrops in my eyes Ears open to clear song, Red as the throat that made it There's a reason they're called cardinals Not another sound but that bright red bird It feels as though I am waiting The tightness living beneath my rib cage Waiting for the other shoe to drop It's like watching a tsunami from a distance Apprehensive and wary Side-eyeing every stranger on the street So aware of the distance between us The world is closed to me Even on these long walks down Familiar streets Is it too much to ask that these Doom days don't last? I listen to poetry recited - Unplanned survival And trying to love this mutilated world And I think I understand