Clouds Begin To Hang On The Dryland Poem by RIC BASTASA

on the dry lands where my house stands
today
some clouds begin to hang
on the side of the
big mountains

they are forming rain
gathering all the dew
and mist and
fog
i sent the vapors
of tears

i wait for the clouds
to ripen
and become too heavy
to carry itself
to a distance

and then the raindrops
finally come
sliding on my roof
the waters rise
forming
the river where
all my sorrows
sail
toward the sea
somewhere
or whatever
that place where
everything simply becomes
nothing

unidentifiable
where i am no longer myself
or yours
or theirs
on some marks of
ownership