September Fairfax

September 17, 1977

And it is raining again, the warm rain.

I want to be wrapped in the satin arms of humans,

Wrapped in the silent arms of warm rains

Sarin coverlets

The affinity of moisture and the warmth

Of the rains, of the strong-armed rains

I am warm and raining affinity —

comfortable in the human knowledge of the greening

The satin greens of chickweed after rains.

The banishment of drought

The coming of winter — inside rainy winter —

White-star flowers of chickweed remind me of

The museum in wintertime, stuffed, drought-stricken

Dry, dried-up reatures

Juxtaposing the wet, satin green aquarium,

Alive with rains.