Rain
By Susan Wagner
Arms outstretched to catch the living
Water, that falls so gently, gathering earth’s
Pollen to distribute where needed –
It is sufficient for now, a promise to
Plant roots and trees, a warning to the
Little critters, those chipmunks that race
Across the grass, throwing themselves down
Hidey-holes. The birds take the warning to
Heart, flying back and forth to the feeder
For its sunflower seeds, the earth for its bugs,
Snug and full in their nests by the time thunder
Arrives.
My arms are still there stretching to capture
This wild water, this bit of uncontrollable life,
This living thing that slides into my soul
As easily as it slides down to roots. There I
Am, for one moment, a part of creation that
Knows its place and revels in its glory.
Susan Wagner, a former therapist, facilitated creative and poetry writing group therapies. She’s published poetry, short stories and feature articles for many years and taught both creative and business writing. Susan is currently finishing her second novel and is an editor with The Pearl S. Buck Writing Center.
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