Toward Becoming Like Rain

You wait in cold spring
your fingers dripping
beads of water on your lips
your eyelids the tops of your shoes
a silence overtakes the droplets
a spasm
a crack you step through

you float
you bead your hair and feet
you fall in an explosion of splashes

Published in The Comstock Review, Spring/Summer 2002


~ by danielwrasmus on April 24, 2010.

2 Responses to “Toward Becoming Like Rain”

  1. Enjoyed reading this poem after visiting your site for the first time and scanning the first ten or so poems.

  2. Thank you. I appreciate the time! Glad you enjoyed them.

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