Past Pregnant - Sept. 17, 2024

something’s coming

the atmosphere is past pregnant

you’d think a poet would prefer

a sonnet to drop from the heavens

but you’d be surprised

sometimes we wish with generosity

rain is good for the desert

the landscape begs for it

so why not let it come

and I’ll take the chance

a poem will wriggle out of thirsty

roots or fall from a dripping leaf

or even the rain itself could

recite something on a puddle

that only a poet can translate