Open your door and leave your house
Open your door and leave your house.
Because I've been unhappy, I understand
How it is when it rains so long each river is wet;
How water pushes hard against the banks to turn.
Faces tremble in reflections.
Your thoughts are wet.
Your thoughts are dry.
The river drags its feet for half the course.
Go with the shining sleepless water.
Stretch your sail with the tides.
Know your heart's buried safe from floods.
There it waits for the rains to reach down.
It waits to put out the first pale roots.
It waits to reach for the face of the sun.
By Yvonne KohQLRS Vol. 9 No. 1 Jan 2010