Swimming in the Rain
I swim in the rain, alone
in the gray place
where lake and sky meet.
Thousands of bright drops
drum the waves,
leaving radiant silver bubbles,
as more drops take their place.
I’m glad no one is with me,
surrounded by the numberless lamps
of this liquid city I have never seen,
whose residents turn on, turn off,
their beckoning lights —
signaling the stars.
“Swimming in the Rain” appears in Swimming with a Hundred-Year-Old Snapping Turtle (Red Dragonfly Press, 2008) and is reprinted with the author’s permission.
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