Friday Poetry Blogging

On Certainty of Knowing
With Thanks to LW

by Elisa Galgut

While it is raining she dreams of rain;
The waters seep through the membrane of sleep,
Bringing the sky with them, soaking her thoughts
With the taste of the sea.
She is transported to other rainy days –
- Dead birds in damp earth,
- That time she almost drowned,
- The sounds of a woman – her mother? - sobbing.
The raindrops thud dully on the high roof
Her heartbeats change tempo
She turns in her sleep.
“It is raining” she mutters
But her words are the words of dreamers.
They are not about the rain.

(Thanks to Jamie for the poem.)