Rain Buzz

Originally published on Morality Park

There will have been a night
that sat on a house
with no fence
where the stars came in

A night made of lightning, like a flash
that tore from between two legs,
switched off the lights,
and crowded the walls
with neighbors like a speakeasy,
a room with a shot glass for an eye,
two wooden arms and a stump,
a night like a house, a house like a body,
a sky like two clouds trapped in a wine bottle,
a pop in a cork where the moon came in

There will have been a man with big dreams
and a woman who only wanted flowers,
a waiter and a pool boy
and a cluster of mothers comparing jeans
and Napa Valley Chardonnays

And there will have been children
who curled up with their babysitters
and slept to the buzz of the gnats
and the beat of the fireflies
that never stopped dancing
while their parents went down to the carpets,
down to the knees of the house,
down to the mats made of silk
and the smell of the wood and
they flung their bras against the naked walls
and traded bourbon with their friends
and husbands with their wives
and ate cake out of each other’s hands
while no one else was watching

And there will have been an uncertain ending
involving a man who bailed a boat
as big as a foot and sailed
as if from a distant island
to the storm of storms,
to the source of the lightning,
and clasped the hand
of all things unafraid, and built
the dam that stopped the flood
that saved the fence
that surrounded the yard
of the little white house made of stars

A Quick Note

I live in an area that’s expected to be impacted by Hurricane Florence. While we shouldn’t see the worst of the storm, the possibility exists that I’ll be without power for a short time. If I seem unresponsive to comments, etc. over the next few days, that’s why, and I’ll be back with you as soon as possible.

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20 responses to “Rain Buzz”

  9. The only thing I know for sure is that you are a great poet. Fascinating backstory, you sound perfectly positioned to be exactly what you are, a unique and miraculous wondrousness. Life is a grand opera and your voice is music…
    JP

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