Thursday, March 11, 2010


You can try to hold it
stand in the rain all day

hands cupped, head up, mouth open
you can even see

sun standing in that rain
and the drops will hit your face

arms and slide down
til they fall to the ground

The rain in your mouth sinks in.
You taste before you can

swallow. It sinks into
your tongue, becomes

part of you or part
of waters your body can make.

1 comment:

  1. My favorite line here is:

    hands cupped, head up, mouth open

    I didn't like the last line. I like the idea of it, but it doesn't move me like the rest of the poem. Maybe that's OK though, since I get the impermanence of the feeling I had in earlier lines at a different level.

    This reminded me of something else too.... When I was at O.U. in Tom O'Grady's astronomy class, we looked at some globular clusters in a telescope one night and he commented that most of the sunlight that enters your eyes is reflected back out, but that there is something peculiar about the nature of that distant starlight. He said something like "the light of thousands of stars has entered your brain now and will never leave".