Book of Rain

Humidity palpates the heedless air
then, blue nits pound the city dust
and china cabinets rattle in its thrall
a piano falls out of it, a pulled
muscle, a gash in silence, the ivories are
fisted in pedal depressed clusters
divided by earth into sky
upturned at the brim of its bay
buckles the paper, warps its print

We scatter seeking cover, but
the sky is our cover, the rain covers
and rends the book of sights
now the thrill of lost footings
leaping curbside puddles
I feel suddenly late for something
and after, I cannot begin
to catalog all the sounds
now that it is quiet

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This bit was started shortly after TS Imelda inundated the Upper Texas Coast with absurd amounts of rainfall, and has since been revised and rewritten, modified and culled dozens of times. Raining, as it is this morning, I had better go ahead and send it on its way. “A piano falls out of it,” was the seed that germinated.

don’t forget the rain

a pole tent, an architecture
and the cathedrals in Rome also
shelter against the rain

I feel dripping wet out here
grinding out the texts that
are supposed to be poems

instead of breathing actual poems
before any text can get
its dirty little hands on them

from the bleached bones of all
these dreary textual remains
the sweet wetness, what little there was

long ago evaporated
and you must meet me halfway
if this is going to work at all

and don’t forget the rain

In Lieu of Hours

radar loops of crawling showers
clouds seen through the window, look

I watch them as the daylight sours
and take a break to read a book

now drenching all tomorrow’s flowers
best to stay inside and cook

it comes as rain in lieu of hours
the time I freely gave, it took

Bumbershoot

un-umbrella

Early European designs for the umbrella sought to capture and incarcerate the offending raindrops rather than simply shedding them off. Without some application of punishment or reform, the reasoning went, the drops would simply evaporate and regather into clouds only to repeat the crime again and again. This was termed recidivism. The unit, made of iron and tar-sealed rattan weave, weighed 15 pounds when empty, over 160 pounds when full. Continue reading “Bumbershoot”