Fissure

 

Can you hear rain grumbling

As it falls between fissures
That appeared in anger
When the heat at last opened
A way into the closed earth
That lies deep underneath our feet

Some is taken high by the trees

To the verdant roof of the world
And sent back to the sky
Some by the swollen rivers
That arc in song to the seas
Emissaries of hope and care

A small part filters downward

Through the detritus of millennia
To join pools of saccharine water
From the long rainfall of prehistory
That caresses the bones of dinosaurs
And remembers a much better world