If I have ever been a door
for you,
my lover, my friend,
my child,
or even you,
whom I only met one afternoon,
please know
that I am doing
I can to learn to be the open



Oh sweet rain,
wash me clean –
clean of the morning

discord with
the one I love,
clean of the obstacles

that block
the words
I mean to say, clean

of useless guilt,
this bane of
being human.

All day, the sky
is open and
I am ready. Ready

to release
these life-hewn
habits, to

begin again
like the lime
green grass

that pushes
up after the
long, dark winter.