𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗻
a poem for Earth Day and miracles...
i.
When I met you the jacaranda was bare.
ii.
We hadn’t had rains.
The chaparral a shade of burnt
of unliving that seemed to blind
as I’d drive on the highways
back and forth
from hometown city to now
rustic countryside.
When you asked me out
to dinner, the rains came.
A billion gallons of water
dumped from the heavens,
keeping us trapped for days
𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘰𝘭𝘥
or was he five?
iii.
The cost of a miracle is high these days.
iv.
The oak trees are now
an emerald green and
while the chaparral is back,
it’s golden wheat
and you pull a blossom from my hair
from the purple majesty –
– the jacaranda is in full bloom.