August Rain

waiting,
drip by drop, wellies in the puddles
a small man in a small room
     composing to his daughter

the smell of lavender under a shower
the bramblings are happy with the allotment
beans dead, worms abounding
the wood of the shed turning rotten

Clytemnestra holds Helen's hand
         asks Helen for a story
Helen gives a story of wine in the sun
            and affection
              and contentment

the trees like soldiers hold the heat
      preparing themselves for battle

dust waits beneath the shed
         rats wait in the bushes
and everyone curses the night

waiting
  waiting, drip by drop,
    for the autumn pentecost