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This rain, this mist, wind-whispered over the lake,
invites the woman on the rock to dream.
This tender touch of drops upon her eager face,
brings time from ages past to share in murmurs,
in breezes.
Waves’ rippled language,
clouds dipping low,
can help her understand.

Over the bulge of rock
and the life it nurtures in shadowed, sulky crevices
wherever soil is lodged,
breeze continues across the island,
lets raindrops fall on leaves that shake as though
they disbelieve the telling.

Until confirmation rises from roots that spread below,
and leaves g calm as they receive a perfect truth.
Birds and animals hear the same old story,
take up the telling, revel in time’s rounding.

The woman feels the rain,
Hears waves, and birds,
something in the wind,
a circle around the island,
the dream inside the circle,
the woman on the rock.