mojave

It is gurgling
at some distance
like a swift stream
rushing down the rapids.

I don't know
for sure;
what's determined
has no color.

Nobody is
greater than time.
It flows,
an unknown force.

Just raindrops
making slimy dents
into the loose soil.

the rain that occured
yesterday,
seeped into the earth,

taking the abandoned
leaves into the ground;
something seems subdued,

maybe it was the invisible din,
something is sublime, new,
washed off the dust.