The Fullness That Precedes
it is not
the moon but
rain that attracts
me to this
place no faint
light no shadow
but the fullness
that precedes its
history that of
magic from nothing
to nothing by
which one may
discern perfection a
cloud the solitary
note of distraction
Written in the 80s, “The Fullness That Precedes” first appeared here in May 2015.
O at the Edges 
Thank you for the Ahhh poem this morning. I needed one.
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The poem is so old that I don’t recall what sparked it. Probably the moon (oh, how cliché). 🙂
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Well, we all fall victim to cliche every now and again.
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I definitely get a “fullness” when rain approaches – part carry-over from growing up in the West Texas desert where it rained maybe twice a year – and in recent years a response to sense of deprival due to drought in Central Texas. As child and now as mature adult – coming rain fills me with excitement: stop everything else and go onto the porch to CELEBRATE!
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Yes! I know well that need to celebrate rain. Here in Indiana, it’s quite different. Rain is not rare.
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