Rain Your Words

by Bianca Ambrosino

Rain your words

on the dirt of me,

  and they will fall everywhere, but

  run   through the softest parts

          Carve away, where I am weak,

     into channels

          Rivers

that you speak into me

   Streams that carry my own thoughts that flow

from watershed moments, and pour down

 the fall line  over the  lump in my throat

  then

          out of my mouth,    like a basin that fills

          the pools

 of my children    and springs up   in fountains          

 from the fields    of their hearts 

                        Oh,

                               but look at what grows here

When word waters flow, and

                                   Thought creatures die    

Seasons pass, trying blooms

                                              Feelings

Fly over as clouds, and the dirt of me

                           Becomes 

              Earth, growing too loud

      Singing the rain back, toward the sky

               Up, and up, then tumbling

                     down

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Bianca Ambrosino is a somewhat reclusive poet from Richmond, Virginia. Her unique, Autistic perspective illuminates universal themes with startling connections and vivid synesthesia. She spends her time writing, walking outside, raising her children, and reading countless academic papers/ scientific publications (for fun).