THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Standing naked on the lawn
alone he was one sunlit dawn
the grass beneath his shoeless  feet
cut like broken glass in the shimmering heat
with no one for miles around in sight
memories screamed in silence and turned to flight
while each separate living  haunted thought
echoed off mental walls of stone
trapped there,  held there apart from others’ sight
while caught up in a wind lifted moan
he stood naked beneath an unmoving sun
that dried his flesh and burned his bone
his life before him seen in a looping rerun
while he stood naked there on a grassless lawn
alone, he was, one sunlit dawn .