Where I live
Moss, ferns, salal
Compete for abundance
N’er for want
Trees grow infinitely tall
Masking forest floors
Day without rain
No songs fill the air
Clouds grow heavy, despair
Tides withdrawn
Oyster beds uncovered
Baking in temporary suns
Mushrooms disappear
Chantrelle delicacies vanish
Mud, dried, shows on my wood floor
Where I live
Day without rain
And disorder abounds
But my soul dries out
And my skin tightens up
Knowing rain comes tomorrow
Day without rain
Adam F.C. Fletcher 