“The only answer I’ve found is the moving water whose music is without a single lyric” – Jim Harrison
I’m late to the party, but I’ve jumped on board Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason where she’s drawing inspiration from Songs of Unreason by Jim Harrison and using the quotes as prompts. Here’s my attempt at Day 7.
As the ink runs dry
a steady plunk, plunk, plunk
pulls me from the drought
in my head.
The kitchen faucet drips.
I thank your carelessness upon leaving,
elated even as I let it drip
a few more times – plunk, plunk, plunk.
I turn it off, overwhelmed
by the flood of joy
over me in a steady stream.
The words start to filter through.
A storm suddenly brews
on the tail end of a shadow dance
between the wind and trees.
I start to write
while listening to music
but certain songs only remind me of you;
headphones halfway to my ears, I stop.
I don’t want to be reminded.
The steady, comforting rain drowns you out.