No Sign of Rain

This then
is my January
poem

for 2013
as the drought
of

rain and
words continues unrelieved
by

either inspiration
or winter storm
though

we did
have a little
precipitation

last week
almost too little
to

measure in
inches or meters
but

speaking personally
I miss the
easy

flow of
earlier years, the
seemingly

unending procession
of clouds and
words

in stately
natural rhythms that
seemed

to go
on forever or
so

I thought
back in the
day

but still
happening now as
witness

this latest
poem even if
it

is nothing
more than a
few

drops on
an otherwise dry
day.


© Bob Loomis, January 2013