Chimacum Rain

And it rains here
Everyday since I came,
and the linen covers rocks
And the green finds everything
Chimacum rain…
In the soar of leaves
And needle tufts and form,
in the grasses and the reeds,
and the spilling over stones
Chimacum rain…
I’m spacing out, I’m seeing silence between leaves,
I’m seeing down, I’m seeing silence that are his
He belongs here, can’t have him
He belongs here, can’t know him
He belongs here
It kinda gets inside you,
the silences I mean
They kinda wrap around you,
and loosen everything
Chimacum rain…