Waking to the sound of water

the long rumble of percussive runnels, the sluicing of the house
a storm, bass-driven, as we have not seen for so long

one of them real Queensland drenchings that happens around here
but hardly happens now (climate change we shrug)

open palms to the sky                         think it’ll hold?
dream stasis pulls sleep and wake apart with twin strong arms

opening the curtain to the sound of your shower
I’m just used to living alone

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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