I lie enfolded in the gloaming,
sodden, lost, aimless, roaming,
thirty days, cloud-smeared rain.
Remembering now Water Row,
old road, the ancient overflow,
staring at icy flood-fed river.
Sun climbs, eastern sky, my mind,
bright, radiant, eyes nearly blind,
face-beseeching warmth, gold beehive.
After a month of rain.
July 2, 2009