Last week I wrote a piece “On Sons & Thunderstorms.” Several people commented that they liked the line “puddling with joy.” That made me smile because I actually borrowed that line from myself. In fact, that piece was inspired by a poem I wrote a long time ago. I thought I would share it with you.
What is a Sun Shower?
the heavy too-sweet scent of
woman’s perfume dribbling from gray skies
or a bumblebee, fat and
zig-zagging through air, cutting the
wetness with buzzing certainty;
a black string pulled too tight, too
the b r e a k i n g p o i n t, expectant with
tension, an invisible pulse or
heartbeat crashing around ears and
trees. too close when your teeth buzz, it is
too far when you are trapped in bed, sweet yellow galoshes squeezed in a dark closet.
it is luck before a wedding,
a bath for my umbrella.
nothing more than G-d’s tears.
nothing less than the earth gone mint-chocolate mud, gurgling,
What makes you puddle with joy?