Jumping the Banks

The rain that has fallen
for what feels like forever
is at it again--
eroding the roof over my head
one particle at a time
with this tapping at tin--
this invitation to open up
to the sky.

Maybe Noah has a new contract
with God
"Please clean the Earth.
Get between the cracks."
is all it says
this time.

But I have
my own contract
to sign
as I jump the banks
of my body,
let my mind and my heart
flood the fields
where I live,
ignoring the same paths
I have carved with each spring
with each new rain.

I am weary
of the same grooves
I trace through the trees
and their ancient roots
that stand over me,
holding me in place,
where I have smoothed
the jagged granite
until it is comfortable
in someone else's
hands.

Today I will change
direction forever--
ignore everything solid
but my will of watery power
and glide free on my way
toward oceans
and the places
where the tides
gently caress
the white hip
of the moon
with so much joy.

It is here
where my laughter tumbles
onto the swimming skin
of my Love
and I am
reborn
as a single drop
of rain.

Clean
and ready
to begin
again.