The Archers who moved
Adrian Orange
The rain will fall through the air
To make my hair heavy
And darker like the clouds
The air and I swing beneath
Now do you see me moving?
From the cold eyes in the lofts
Where our grandmas, grandmas stack the rocks
To make the rooms that make us soft
As the world moved
As they knew what it was
All bowing and arose
Their eyes turned to a river
Saw rain blow
The archers who moved
Were as the whales who wore lilies
Who touched the air