022211h Wet Whisper Poem by Manonton Dalan

whispers of ripe grains of rice
flaunting to beautiful sunrise
that burst of joy skip my heart
to see home again and be part
could be hearing croak of a frog
hidden beneath fresh hay stock

crackles of leaves laying on ground
only tiny critters know who comes
buried mud fish fins wiggling to free
thickening water darker than coffee
i reached my hand but splashed on me
i’m unwelcome or i scared her harmony

sticky stuff on my shirt so as my face
i sat by grass to watch what’s next
ripples with white bubbles soon surface
johnny long legs hopping to her perch
he doesn’t care not any penny’s worth
tried to catch attention by throwing dirt

instead saw i’m not barefoot on sneakers
feeling change; i rub my hands dust fall
fading daylight brushes beautiful sunshine
tears of heaven ruffling to rugged song
sprays bouncing to my eyes; so cool
unpredictable that’s real; a true nature