How I notice the rain tonight

How I notice the rain tonight
as I walk across the parking lot.
How I notice I can feel
each cool drop on my face.
Simple sensations, common
expressions, but there
is a singular grace to all of it.
I am alive, I guess. After all,
I look different,
you say, when you spot me,
and pretend nothing
has happened, though
if you’re right,
I wonder, what does one see
when here, inside us,
is that thing
that hasn’t changed,
but is no longer visible?
I can’t answer this. I leave that
to the thousands of lines
already written
and steaming across
the parking lot,
and, perhaps, wasted.
I’ve turned on them, you see,
like the storms have done
on the banks of
this early Spring.
I allow silence
to become
the logic of an old poet
to feel nothing on his lips,
or the voice, at least, that
lets the rain speak for it.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s