if the sky won’t have me

originally published in FEED, issue 2.2

the rain makes a river of the road

rushing rivulets, eddies all aswirl

it goes where gravity takes it &

gathers in a low point, getting deeper

& wider as the storm fails

to relent

i step into the river, reluctantly at first

then gladly, for i’m ready now to

be borne away

how easy to drift downstream,

seeing the familiar yield to the new

the water makes ounces out of pounds

even hollows bones & maybe i’ll lift off soon

if the sky won’t have me, the riverbank will

or the shore, even the ocean depths

it doesn’t matter where i come to rest —

i’ll stay just until clouds gather,

rain falls again & i release myself once more

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