Categories: Willawaw JournalWillawaw Journal Winter 2020 Issue 11

Michael H. Brownstein

Rain

My son tastes rain with his fingers,
lets drops ride into his palm
down his wrist.

 

He never wears rain gear,
likes the glow of wetness
on his hair as if it were a crown.

 

The scent of water is thick within him,
a storm an action movie,
and he stands tall within all of it,

 

every puddle a small lake,
his small feet monster squids,
every splash a man o’ war.

 

Yet, when the rainbow struts the sky
and treasure hides within the clouds,
he welcomes tranquility with equal joy.

 

My son tastes the sun with his fingers,
lets its warmth ride into his palm
down his wrist.

 

Michael H. Brownstein‘s book, A Slipknot Into Somewhere Else: A Poet’s Journey To The Borderlands Of Dementia, was recently published by Cholla Needles Press (2018).
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