How the Rain Wants 

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It’s a day that wants to cry, full weeping, chest swelling

with the fluid of breathing, to spill down over lonesome

spruces, receding bay.  From morning’s arising

it moans, like a woman on the edge of a man waking.

 

The sky hovers, flaccid and heavy like a bird with a beakful

of meal unable to reach her hungry brood. The day

does not consent, refuses to lean clearly into clouds. Still

the sky swells. Holds its breath. Craves release. Tastes

 

metal in back of the throat where blue bursts

stillborn, the aching spills empty. The rain wants

into evening, sighs as sky submits to dark dry dusk,

too spent to even whisper tomorrow. 

Published in The Chesapeake Reader Summer 2009.  
© 2009 DJ Gaskin