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remembering the rain

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there is the joy of missing
what often returns.

i miss the scent
and sound of the rain.

the birds were mostly quiet
and they watched it,
a shimmering curtain of distance,
waiting to sing again, uninterrupted.

people watched
in their careless ways
from the dusky shelters they had built
for themselves--

a precious few
were out in it.

the deer were in the woods,
indifferent in their delicate sadness.

rain calls out in an old sound;
we regret ourselves
in our small bodies.

rain always returns.
i can trust the seasons
and the trees that flag them down.

the earth negotiates its tilt
with the sun.

the birds writhe motionless
as the earth moves beneath them,
brings them back.

those of us that stay put
know the pleasure
of watching a return.

the river and lake
depart and return all at once,
a big sleeping rain,
drinking deeply
from the sky.

with the world here
with me,
there is  joy in missing
what often returns.
missing the rain, and the spring.
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AlecBell's avatar
A lovely contemplative and spiritual poem, Anton.
All of it is wonderful, bu these two lines spoke loudly to me:

we regret ourselves
in our small bodies.