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A Glimpse of the Mystery

If poetry were rain, would it only fall in the shadows?

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

It has to do with forward motion. It has to do with sitting still. It has to do with embracing. It has to do with letting go.

Modern lives come in one long act, each breath its own scene.

Sometimes the themes are big: the homecoming of forgotten clouds now thought of as what passes for drought, now thought of as anticipation of drizzle, now thought of as water in wading pools for children.

On the news this morning, I heard talk of a total lunar eclipse fully visible from California, and at a convenient hour if only the clouds prophesied by the weatherman kindly agree to hesitate before reassembling for the storm we’ve all been told is coming.

We need rain, but we don’t need it just yet.

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