Outside (Prelude To Idle) Poem by Dennis Ernesto Ruiz

it has been raining
for sometime and
i lay here waiting cold,
outside,
the heaven dances
and twirl its fluid
hands
touching the earth,
nourishing her....
i wait like dry ground
for heaven's touch.
i wait for someone's
softest hands.. your hands.

outside, i wonder,
i could reach up to you
but we are skies afar
and the blue
that colors my days
is the blue wall between us.

outside, it rains...
it rains... it rains.