a descent into poetry insanity |
| sheets of rain run up the road, great lines of white marked splashes chasing each other in a steady rhythm visible under the streetlamp outside our window. in the torrent, how can we find a single drop? position or movement— uncertainty prevails. the wind gathers swathes of raindrops acting in concert—water woven into impossible new metaphors. from the window we watch, rain falling in long cymbal crashes, in galloping seahorses, in invading armies, all racing up the road, pushed on by a relentless wind. Author's Note ▶︎ |