by Janin Wise
I lay here feeling hot and tired
but sleep eludes me.
I'm as awake as the rain
pattering outside my window,
the weak half light filtering through.
I close my eyes
but the puddles intrude.
Against the backdrop of my eyelids
I watch great gobs of rain fall clear
into puddles turned purple red like blood
and splash beneath the yearling palms.
Gurgling, drowning, swimming...
Can palm trees swim?
The rain continues to fall
and a gold mask floats up
through the thick blood water
dislodged by so much moisture.
for this much rain in the desert.
And fevers make for nightmare musing.