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,

and disappear,

leaving radiant silver bubbles,

which burst

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.

 

 

FREYA MANFRED

“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.

More about Freya Manfred.

More about Greg Winter.