Thank Gerard Cascade: rain torrential rain waterfalls down our stone facade.

Our fields lately fire-parched now glossy cross the flat rise you ploughed earlier. The whole length of one sillion-streak gleams

Gerard

cut-stroke the sillion the gash we have in mind is your mind          lifting muck-life turned sunstruck to each side silvershot at low sunset after the rain every drop cataract is not this the rain we have longed for, you and I

       God to you        hold him close-folded        above his sillion        Loft him Halo him        Prize him high, pen in hand        his two uprooted feet        flailing awkward rain-streaked

       below his healing blooded knees.