isobar.

a poem.

Photo by Andrea Fabry on Unsplash

when the heavens open 

aiming to cleanse this earth with all they hold 

do i stand outside, screaming upwards,

blaming myself for a deluge outside of my control?
 
charging myself with impossible tasks;
 
such as plugging up each cloud 

until rain no longer spills? 


of course not 


i seek shelter;

warm clothes, hot tea, comfy chair 

whether it's an afternoon shower, 

or a week-long monsoon 

i look after myself

i let the rain pass 

just as it has every other time in my life. 


-S-2024 @seekinghopepoetry