Currents

Currents

After three days of rain
The sun has splashed up
From the mountains spilling over its blue punch bowl
To liquidize
Spanish tile eves and
Dripping gold leaf early morning dew

Step outside Plunge face first
Into gushing air torrent
Swift wafts warm slosh bowed trees,
Row deep down these currents celestial
Slow the cosmic undertow, though feel its weight
Churn me, drown out
Then empty me
Over atmospheric waterfall.