Divining for Starters (27)

When did the rain
I lean into the other, that handy trampoline
Or I spill outward into the grey peace whirring
A few streaks on the pane
The absence of children in this building means
Small laundry lines emerge on the enclosed balconies
Sunday I walked through the Tithe Barn, wishing I could hear
Wishing on the absent odour of hay
I would pay my tithe of rain to
The rain suspended in the air, a flickering curtain
Feel the plea tug its way forward in the morning, yes morning
In the absent in the faintest whir