Durga, Summer

the rain is desperate to reach the ground
             it hums in the clouds like a swarm of bees
the moon waits like the eye of a hawk
             for the earth to bow. earth says: okay. I've never
refused before. the sky says: Blue. that's all. 
             tall trees are reaching to touch that face
with fingers like numerals counting and sorting 
            the thready air. the frogs fill this hive of silence
how they gulp up all the syllables make more of this
          make more of that. listen to the waterfall shout
Down! and the river Away!  
           yes, we think we are going somewhere. 
Durga, the world is telling me so many incredible
           things at once. lie beneath or on top of me
it doesn't matter; after our lovemaking on the grass
           and just before sleep as if through a cracked
window I hear all the little voices again 
           how they return to me like children
​I thought I'd lost.