Evacuate

Because the rain
is still
pounding...
its wash of forgiveness,
its obvious metaphor
to make clean
what I thought were
the sins
of a thousand years.

Because it's pouring...
the big drops strike the roof
it may not stand,
may not contain the furious rush
that brings home
not a thought,
but a promise.

And I cannot hold it,
cannot keep its bulk from
leaking out.

It runs across the pavement
the new, the stale, the sullen, the wise,
river of soul
runs into the gutters and sewers
into what I thought could
catch it-
hold it-
ride the waves of the oceans I create
and own,
operate with efficiency and economy.

But now it's only a river
that erodes the foundations,
longs for the sea that is not mine.

The undiscovered
uncharted
unknown.
Here there be monsters-
here I meet the edge
sailing blind on only my wit-
once sharp,
now rusted by
many many years
of rain.