Listening to Rain Outside a Hotel Window

This morning I unfolded the flower
That is my heart but I must tell you
I was thinking of something else
A boyhood house which was
In fact quite small
So it equaled me—
It was a garment
And one put it on.
I say, ambition
Is lovely, the light
Of the mind is like tea
In a glass
And it is mystic
In this strange room
And rain with its proficiency
Makes one dreamy.
I love you, my heart
Oh heart.

Author: skuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by skuusisto