Poem: “Rain Travel,” by William S. Merwin

Heard this on the radio this morning, my favorite line is in bold:

Poem: “Rain Travel,” by W.S. Merwin, from Travels (Knopf).

Rain Travel

I wake in the dark and remember
it is the morning when I must start
by myself on the journey
I lie listening to the black hour
before dawn and you are
still asleep beside me while
around us the trees full of night lean
hushed in their dream
that bears
us up asleep and awake then I hear
drops falling one by one into
the sightless leaves
and I
do not know when they began but
all at once there is no sound but rain
and the stream below us roaring
away into the rushing darkness

via The Writer¡¯s Almanac® April 5-April 11, 2004