Rain leaves slicks like oil on slate roof

condensation blows clouds over my window pane

last night I watched the night hang a quarter moon

as earth turns questionably in empty space.

 

It’s empty: the truth came hurriedly to me

lying in an open field with high sky

cerulean blue, so blue I could glimpse

the curve of earth rotating wordlessly.

 

Later I drove towards thunder banked

arrived from ocean in a coral sea

soon the raindrops hit the road

bursting their skin like ripened cheese.

 

Then I knew once more the truth of this

that we’re random molecules exquisitely formed

dispensed like rain from amoebic sea

no sense at all that I can see

 

in the beauty of empty eternity.