holy rain

it's been raining around here...

Tears of a Cloud
(for my Father)
chs

I can’t tell if it’s thunder
or your footsteps coming down the hall
but miraculously or not, a perfect drop of rain
manages to cling sideways on my grimy window.

But through the glass and through your tear
something new magnifies itself of myself
and for the length of a reflection
I thought I saw you magnified
outside looking in,
and you looked a lot like me.

Thirty blinks later a crack of particles the color of God
strikes the tree outside my window
and through the tear and through the glass
that burning tree saw me.

“It’s nice to be recognized,” we both realized
sharing this common space
through our own views,
from our own spots
in this One world.

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APPARITIONS
Walt Whitman

A vague mist hanging ‘round half the pages:
(Sometimes how strange and clear to the soul,
That all these solid things are indeed but apparitions, Con-
cepts, non-realities.)