it looks like rain …

it looks like rain
in the west this morning
and I am enjoying the damp
dark smell of what is on the way

if I don’t mind how long it takes
I can set off in any direction

I tell a story to myself
and I tell it to you
and you tell yourself a story
then tell it to me

maybe I believe you
maybe I don’t

if I don’t mind how thirsty I get
I can set off across a desert
enjoy the searing solitude / and
follow mirages to find my way out

or I could just wait this morning
to see what the west wind brings

this is one story I have
another tells of a white meadow
where I lie down to sleep in the flowers
and butterflies close my eyes

and then there’s the one
where I am the savior

do you have that one?