It Rained Heavily In Tucson

It rained last night Heavily in Tucson The Rillito was in spate Her gait was muddy Like a temptress Who had a nightlong orgy I sat beside her Watching her body sparkle In demoniac frenzy Moon-struck inebriate to the hilt And then when I raised My eyes to look At the Catalina mounts I found the image of a lady Like in Victorian paintings Holding her gown rushing How sad we look at NASA images of Mars Conjecture impossibilities! And then beside her I did see Hanuman-ji of one of my epics Rushing past with a mount On his left hand To raise the ones who are dead Imagery, alas, is subjective And universal at the same time Who pauses to nod in agreement Only a very few Who can transcend Territorial fancies And they are the hope The world has to depend It was a forenoon When Victorian England And ancient India Converged to drink in A moment of unparalleled beauty On a land continents apart I was the agency I was happy A jet passed by In the skies Perhaps from Phoenix Leaving a silver trail God knows who sat inside it And if they shared my vision of beauty No matter whatever Those who carry Beauty in their hearts Will triumph forever Tucson had night-long rain Last night She has swelled To take in the whole universe With me sitting Beside her bowels Muddy or whatever In spate the Rillito river!