Rain and Other Affairs of the Heart
Monsoon June Rain Coats Rain Boots Roof Gutters Drop By single Drop Gush Splash Onto a pool Of earth Stones And mud Ripples Surround That Pin drop Concentric Rounds Bringing Me back to 11 years past When rain was Not rain at all What was it? I forget. Oh yes there it is-- A deep dull ache Tearing at my gut Rain back then Was, oh you know one nonchalant, mere Bleeding of My too brash Brazen, hubristic heart. Why don't you Just stop? I said to this Wretched organ As in stop beating So the pain would Be no more? But it was deaf And stubborn hard-headed And so on it Went beating 60 per minute Sometimes less Sometimes I willed it to be less But still it fought And the rain just Poured Down-poured Torrential Washing away all 20 pounds Of flesh Why couldn't it Wash away my Heart instead? That place That was what The poets were Raving about Th