A new rain-sluiced poem by pensive poet Thome. Enjoy!
when the rain comes,
will you be ready?
silent night thoughts
unravel,
make their way
to the surface
of conscious waters
like a floating rock
in the sea
cigar smoke,
the sound of crickets,
the day is done,
accomplish, unaccomplished
and the impending rain
catches us all unaware
10/30/14
A Day in the Brine 