Hoping That With Sleep

Poetry by Margaret McGowan

the waters will flow through the gutters with ease
without you having to interfere
hydrodynamics, you've said
and the clicks of the emails coming, will silence themselves
at least for a time, your head so heavy
maybe you can heal, hard as it can be, through the years
and you, lying so still, giving very little
while the rain pours down
so much pressure passing …