Messy

Rain is falling relentlessly,
hopelessness and misery
flood the helpless land,
knitting a veil, cold, wet and
grey it melts with secret tears –
only the wind behind the trees
is waiting –
until the clouds stop crying,
to blow away the great despair,
bring hope, light and clarity,
unto the souls in his care
until the rain beats angrily,
and does his work of distress,
while patiently the wind is waiting –
to, eagerly,
sweep up the mess

Sydney Krivenko 2008 All rights reserved