It’s the wind Splashing against my face Rain water Not you. It’s the wind lashing Trying to move into my soul Not you. It’s the river swollen With the rain Not you. It’s the wet grass The wet leaves The wet earth Sated. It’s the wind blowing It’s the wind Enveloping me Not you. It’s the rain Soaking me In it’s love Not you It’s the earth Enticing love from the rain Not you. It’s the sunset Setting fire to the river already in spate. But it’s you On my mind Taking over All that’s real.
Leena Doley is a police officer and a mother of two. She is also a voracious reader, movie buff, feminist, dabbler in new experiences and a dreamer imagining a world which is equal and humane.