Autobiography
by Mimi Clarke

The rain fell from the place it always
falls, touching the soil that seems
unwilling at first.
The rain persist to come inside; the soil gives
in, gives up.
Rain nourishes the seed, giving the breath
of life. Seed grows inside the soil feeling
more and more real each day.
Months have gone by now, the seed
is shedded through
and through. A life now living in the rough
atmosphere
striving for what could be pleasurable.