metonymy4u

Pre-arrangement was

back then
a flowering intercept
of seeding
streets and
children poured
from God’s fingers,
peopling a planet
hardly cool
and just barely
formed
round by its
own
gravity, this
theory
filled minds
every day like
rain on my childhood dreams
hissing sheets
grey prisming
what I could see
and, such
sounds touching
memory,
drop by baby drop
overflowed the
basin
of
infancy.