Monsoon on Mute

Fog descends on the world
the words clogged in the drain of contentment
Happy are we, or
rotten we are

Words fall from mouths
The way rain falls from the sky
all madness
no method

The rain’s immense hands
Tapping on the window all night
Keeping you awake
Or invading your dreams

Dreams now damp with the wait of tomorrow
A sleeping mouth as quiet as a thunderless storm