Everything Has Poetry Inside Them Poem by Suki Nakamura

the rain
tip taps on the nipa roof
of the house and fall on the stony pavement
it flows to the canal and makes the hissing sound
in rhythmic fashion with the wind
as one leaf falls from a very tall tree
flipping and flapping in space
until it reaches the ground
where all the fingers of the
blades of grass receive
it on a very soft landing

they are all poems without words
as i breathe deeply
and then intently
gaze