Your Sacred Space Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Do you know what it's like when it's raining after
drought? The joy of silver rain sifting down, the
feeling of green trees and leaves glowing from
inside; do you know what the scenario brings,
do you even know how this rain fills my heart?

Even my beloved, strong, angry, frustrated and
furious; has been won over, even my kids being
insouciant, expressed their relief - dad is calm
again, now we can breathe - now my daughter
is leaving for a photographer's job on a ship

NEAR the American continent - how can I be
calm - and describe dreams for the beauty of
understanding, common sense, as well as quiet
inner deliberation - the confabulation of my
situation makes me lose the threads of this

Plot - I'm an uindercover poet, quite useless,
only once in a while does a document drive
me to distraction - beloved in bed, ready to
join him - yet, the falling rain outside needs
more encouragement, the lovely cool weather

Needs lots of inner compliments, he must feel
the safety there is in the new inner citadel -
sorry, could not state it in a way that would
suit your sacred space -