perhaps, if i asked
for a cloudshape to linger
and for skies to gray,
then i must wish, as well,
for the will to remain,
to wait out the rain, to find joy
in the noise, in the dance, in the drumming
of light taps built up to a cacophony
of thundering.
if i asked for drowning,
that I might find pleasure in
the departure of the very wind that once
teased my lungs, then i must find my peace, there,
sleeping just beneath the film of tears
embracing a raincloud. and if i wanted to hear
what I wanted to hear,
i must not sit idly here. i will need an umbrella and
the patience to wield two feet,
a tolerance for splash,
a (lavender) raincoat and,
of course, i would need my ears.
perhaps if i wished for you, i would have to refrain
from wishing for anything else — but the rain,
no one ever asked for rain, and yet it comes,
and stays, because
a cloudshape needs to linger —
in its heaviness, there
is a silent wish to remain,
and maybe we all secretly wish for rain.
after all,
what are we if not forms
floating aimlessly about?
surely heavier
than we care to admit;
as cloudy as clouds,
drifting ever-closer
into our near-raining-out.
— A. P.
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Accidents: A Collection of Poetry
PoetryIt's like learning a new tongue; like befriending an unfamiliar book, and finding love expressed in a million different languages that I cannot understand nor explain. - you have kept me awake for far too long Antoinette Prescott, 2016 "Accidents" i...