Noah's WifeNoah's Wife
Mother warned me of men like him,
But then, sense will get overruled
By such ridiculous things
But that can't save you when your man
Is lost in scribbles and whispers,
Working feverishly on plans
For imaginary storms.
And even I have been deafened
By the sea of sharp whisperings,
Concocted at the gossip wells -
That madness widowed me.
But the rain fell. No vain pleadings,
Or my shouting and silent cries,
My eyes following billowing clouds
As they chased back the sun.
And the rain fell. The ground
Melting into dirty swirls as
Beasts snorted and trotted through,
Big and small in all thought colors.
And the rain fell. A rough-hewed ship
Ready to roll into large waves,
Having been sanded by the hands
And the rain fell. The man once mad,
Took my hand, as I met his eyes,
And pulled me aboard towards life