April Observation

Rain for three straight days—
The doorjambs are swollen.
Birds huddle under canopies,
And most people drowse.

The dog’s slept for hours;
The clock seems rusted still.
The smooth clouds stretch away
To meet at the horizon.

I’m pretending all responsibilities
Have been swept from my life
By the rising brown waters.
They’re towns away by now.

Rain for four straight days—
The dog’s slept for hours;
Underground, I hear the rustle
Of many dark roots rising.