Notes From Space

Night rain falls
I stare in from outside
Watch the lace-wings of water die
head first cascade into deep tumble
whirls of moonlit dust

a straggle of refugees
grey pink explosions
across the plate of the earth
beings deep crushed inside
hazelnuts, bathyspheres, deep crushed

the ice rain bites
blades of water scream
and crash through
falling night

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.