In the cold October rain . . .

October Rain

Here I stand—earth beneath my feet,
sky above my head—rain pours down from the heavens,
rolls off my lashes in rivulets, puddles around my feet
I would stay here all night if I could
to be bathed in this cool rain
even as I sink gradually into the wet grass.
I have nowhere to go, no place to be—
Whether or not I even belong in this world,
a looming question, as I feel
out of place and part of no time.
So I stand here in my natural communion
waiting for the moment when I can finally hide myself
within this liquid wall of sanctuary.
Given a choice, I would be consumed by water
rather than face one more day of tears.

October 13, 2009

“Bring on the Rain” seems most appropriate . . .


More later. Peace.


6 thoughts on “In the cold October rain . . .

  1. Nicely written blog, is this poem sad? No tears now, ok tears, now, Some say crying is bad. I disagree. I agree. yes, the ambiguity is on purpose, as if I or others have the answers, but I do know “to everything there is a season, a time to cry…” Ecclesiates And yes, a time to be happy.

    Do hang in there.

    1. Thank you for stopping by. Yes, sadness. Tears? I can go months and months and months without shedding a tear, but latelty seems like one big Hallmark commercial moment: I cry at the drop of a hat.

      1. Good thing I don’t have any hats to drop ;). We’re strange animals. Funny how humans (actually not that funny) go through severe emotional states sometimes. For somebody I know it was anger. For several months it was overflowing anger from a situation he had strong feelings about which failed to express to the proper party. Finally, he was able to express himself to that person and for the most part, was left with peace and contentment despite the other person’s apparent apathy to the situation.

      2. No hats, or Hallmark commercials, or animal shelter commercials, or specials on Tanzanian Albinos being slaughtered (that one broke me)…As I told a good friend, I know that this, too, shall pass. The writing always helps.

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