Long Walks in the Rain
rain too long
— apologies to e.e cummings
Its joyful
And sad strains,
Bur to say
Something significant
I draw on my past
And pain.
It’ sa rosary of repetitions
Where I get lost
In insignificance
So I retreat
To a sunny beach
To escape the fog of me.
...
But truth doesn’t go away
Returns nights
When I lie awake,
A parade of images
In my brain,
Run and mar
In a falling rain.
...
Up among the stars
Lies a sea of tears
And after all those years
I find rain
Wipes the slate clean.
Oh, I still dream
Of that damn beach
And struggle every day...
But now I'm beginning
To cherish
Long walks in the rain.