by: Raven Branhard
The sky swallowed me
before I could feel the rain
rushing through the air
suspended between intent
and gravity
inherently divine and wise
to tendons and warm skin
liquorish sweet rain
dark rain blue
rain of yesterday
the trickling down of moments
the soundclock of timeless existence
as the drop of destiny
landed on parched soil
of an orchard too far to mention
and too close to oblivion’s infinite grace,
sky swallowed me
before I could feel the rain
rushing through my veins
a trickling stream a gushing river
and the raging ocean--
swallowed by a cloudless blue sky
before I could feel the rain.
Image Description: Rain collects on the dark pavement. Autumn leaves stick to the ground. Reddish light reflects in the water droplets.
Credit: John Noonan / Unsplash via Webador
About the Author
As an introvert, Raven Branhard (he/him) finds his voice through writing about his interactions with the world. Raven is a British citizen of Persian descent, and his upbringing was shaped by travel across Europe and Asia due to his father's work as well as political circumstances. Raven's poetry explores a range of social interactions and emotions, encompassing themes of love, longing, joy, and contentment. Read more of Raven's work on Threads under the name @ravenbranhard. Raven plans to release a poetry anthology in 2025.
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