The Return of the Rivers

All the rivers run into the sea;

yet the sea is not full;

unto the place from whence the rivers come,

thither they return again.

     It is raining today

in the mountains.

     It is a warm green rain

with love

in its pockets

for spring is here,

and does not dream

of death.

     Birds happen music

like clocks ticking heaves

in a land

where children love spiders,

and let them sleep

in their hair.

     A slow rain sizzles

on the river

like a pan

full of frying flowers,

and with each drop

of rain

the ocean

begins again.