Tiresias and the Rain

[hack]

A gentle rain in Cairo,
drops barely reach the ground,
desert air thirsts after them,
they dare not make a sound.

The muffled chant of muezzins
retreats between the roofs,
as I strain my ear to listen
God whispers his half truths.

I know the sun must set soon,
that ease might follow pain,
let me pause a lifetime here,
in this warm summer rain.

[Bar22do]

Oh Tiresias, for your next lifetime pause, why don't you choose to wander about a new earthly expanse? You say you can't see and therefore it doesn't matter? or your foresight scrolls for you the globe wherever? But then why should you strain your ear, since it's wide open as no other is?
I enjoyed your poem very much and wondered, for last night I wrote a few lines about thirsty goats and sheep in the desert and thought of Apollinaire and his mother... is it not strange, one other time? Hope you're doing well, my friend. Bar

[qimissung]

I think this poem has existed for as long as there has been rain.

[Hawkman]

I hear you Tiresias, thy voice speaks across the ages... Drink not from the well of Tilphossa, or only shades will hear thee.

Great poem hack - a soothsayer indeed.

Live and be well - H