There I was again writing urgently about the rain as if it would ever stop or change somehow into something ordinary like brushing ones teeth or filtering the cat litter through a slotted scoop. Truth is, if you walk outside and water falls from the sky that's pretty amazing. Or a breeze filled with petals from the cherry tree on Eagle Run, or once what sounded like hail turned out to be thousands of green caterpillars dropping from the sky onto the fibreglass porch cover. One long weekend in May a few years back it was ash that fell, covered everything and pretty much ruined the summer. I read about a man in Alaska driving along at night when a moose fell from the sky onto the road in front of his car. Well it's not really falling though is it. More like an elemental joining of things above with the things already below. Even light wants to be here It clings to the raindrops looking for weight. If you walk outside and water falls from the sky and someone kisses you that can be amazing and elemental and probably the cells of a thousand poems will slough off and fall to this extraordinary earth.
Someone noted that my last poem was sad. And before that it was a poem about sadness! Oh dear - truth is I do write happy poems as well. This poem, There I Was Again, won first prize in the Royal City Literary Arts Society (New Westminster) Write-On contest a few years back. Enjoy!