Reading the Rain; A Gathering; The Heart – poetry by Gerry Grubbs

Reading the Rain

I’m reading the rain
falling on the pond
this morning
a kind of braille
I only understand
by feeling my way
through the dark

 
A Gathering

Etched on the scrolls of memory
By the muse recalled as a gathering
Of thought sent seemingly through
the dark to arrive here in a noticeable way 

 
The Heart

Is the stargazer's delight
an endless cave of aboriginal
paintings older than the universe

 

Gerry Grubbs has had poems appear in the Painted Bride Quarterly, Journal Of Expressive Writing and others. His most recent book is Learning A New Way To Listen, from Dos Madre Press.