welcoming the raindrenched

i call that a peemergency i say about what happens
in the woods when the nearest bathroom
is across the swinging bridge
across the river
_______
how we hold the umbrellas up and
gather under the tent and sing
and sing and sing welcoming
the raindrenched teens back
from their wilderness trek
_______
the wild fiddlework
of the band while we
swing our partners and
stomp the grass with our bare feet
do-see-doe-ing up and down the line
running under the bridge of arms
_______
from the water world:


Oil floats on the surface on the Lake Maracaibo in Lagunillas, Venezuela. – voice of america, day in photos

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near infinity

a pasture of relaxing cows
(mostly golden red brown)
and how they get up
(hind legs straightening first, then front legs)
one by one as i run past
and how they want to follow but i
am on the other side of the fence
_______
the grayscape bringing out
the incredible greens on the waves of hills seen cresting
from here into what seems near
infinity
_______

the little drops feel nice
says lauren the _____year old (7?)
who pedals alongside me
on the road/driveway,
rainbows arcing across her
pale blue rain boots

no matter how deep the darkness of night

the too-hot heat
that lasts only seconds
on our cheeks and chins and foreheads
from the flames jumping on the hibachi grill
that ching-in, jennifer and i sit in front of and then
the chef flinging (with his shiny metal spatulas)
a cube of zuchini
into another customer’s mouth and then
into ching-in’s
_______

the tornado watch
the rainwater waterfalling down the steps
at the english department entrance
the umbrellas dripping in the hallways
the squeak of shoes on the tiles
the leak of water under the lounge windows
the gutters turned rivers and the roads turned lakes

_______

there’s a lake that forms someone says
though now i don’t remember who
or what area they were talking about
_______

i’m terrified i mouth in the backseat
of the car that every now and then hydroplanes
on the highway and i say
it’s ok if you go slow and all my body wants to do
is get out of the car and walk
no matter how many miles
and no matter through how much rain
and no matter how deep the darkness of night
becomes

_______

the changing bright colors
following the arc of each overpass
stretched across the houston highway as we
make our way
closer to what we call home
for four nights

 

under the almost

playing in this morning’s sky-theater:
a series of rumblings –
sets of thunder  
entering stage left
sortof scaffolded
_______
how the downpour
during cat-feeding/chicken-feeding/dog feeding time
turns purple skirt
plum
and how the subsequent downpours after that mean
cycling through three pairs of shoes
until i pull on the quarter-of-a-size too-snug muck boots (ahem)
and tromp my way through too-tall grass
_______
persimmon season
 i say to myself
upon seeing the first fruits (not yet orange – a dusty green) 
fallen onto wet ground just down the path
leading away from cool ranch
_______

season signal:
pulling light blue wool socks onto
rain-cold (and toweled off) feet,
a name for this first-time-in-months certain quality of cozyness
_______
how the image of building a boat out of glitter sticker paper
is exactly what this seriously noah’s ark of a day needs
_______
might be the last year
 stan says
while grabbing yet another fried fish hunk
from the pan of them
the last year he is referring to
is of sorghum (starting, transplanting, weeding, stripping, harvesting, syurping) 
(place symbol here that signals deep pause and heavy hit)

_______

i wouldn’t give dean shit like i gave eric shit – dean’s got the senior VIP
i joke about how i asked eric if he indeed meant girl or woman 
when he said his friend was dating this girl
and later we are all laughing when
dean and stan (age 70) are calling each other boy and kiddo,
and also when dean says where the old folks live  talking about sandhill
(the oldest being me at 41, and everyone else in their thirties and twenties and nines)
_______
nodding off while
swirled in the blanket layers
of cool ranch treehouse nest
under the almost-goldglow string of lights
fingers on the keys leaving me with these:

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from the water world:

A stranded motorist escapes floodwaters on Interstate 225 after Hurricane Harvey inundated the Texas Gulf coast with rain causing mass flooding, in Houston, Texas. – voice of america, day in photos

Indian devotees immerse an idol of the elephant-headed Hindu god Ganesh in the Indian ocean at Pattinapakkam beach in Chennai. – voice of america, day in photos

the prayer in me

float-flitting about and about again
back-forth-backing
the small bird seen from loft window
as morning makes itself
the i.d. book tells me is a gnatcatcher
_______
my only wish if it were my birthday today
i say on the way to harvest the last of the  peas to baigz whose birthday it actually is
would be for rain
_______
the particular plunk of blueberries
(the diameter of a nickel)
as we drop them into plastic buckets celebrating
first bloobs of the season

_______
tyler in the kitchen letting out a whoop
at the first drops of rain and from the lab,
i yell out a yeyyyyeeeeeessssssssssssss!
and from somewhere down the way
I can hear baigz cheering too
_______
how the first crack of thunder
(after a flash of bright so brilliant it is visible even
in the daylight)
splits everything around me in half
including myself
so holy there is no difference
between the prayer in it and the prayer
in me
_______
the tineiest of tiny elderberry flowers
i pluck from the tree for identifying – 
turns out they are indeed elderberry
and later gift them to baigz
birthday elderberry! i proclaim while giving it to him
(and later, i pick up hail – birhtday hail! – and gift him one
and put two in my apple cider and fizzy water drink)
_______
the bright red of unripe berries and the 
deep purple of the ripe ones
found several yards outside my door
a delicious walk
_______
the something like opera that comes out of my mouth
when i encounter a raccoon about four feet from me
at face level
in the beam of my headlamp
and after the opera
how i tell raccoon loud as i can
to go away
_______
how some nights (like tonight) are oil lamp nights
even though the electricity isn’t out
it’s the lightning and rain that made me do it

“good” is not really a word

i know that good  is not really a word (as far as this writer of very specific and particular details is concerned)
but that’s exactly what it is
(as well as refreshing and grounding and ‘contentifying)
to be walking through the woods
sometimes along a path
sometimes bushwacking our way
past patches of ferns i never associate with here
and the bright green of cover crop coming up
and the sometimes rush and sometimes faster than a trickle but not a rush sounds
of water moving through
_______

the thin thread of panic
woven through emory’s voice
when he calls out to me
because he’s stuck in the creekside quicksand
which i have to give him both hands to pull him out
thwack isn’t quite the right sound
but i don’t know what it is
for the unsuctioning of foot
from muddy edges
_______
leapfrogging  i call it for how i cross the creek
by straddling the huge fallen tree
and scooch by scooch (sortof inchworm-like movement)
working my way from one end
to the other avoiding the cache of raccoon poop
on either side
  _______
the flooding of the floodplain:
a sheen seen from the backroad
on an after-dinner walk
as the sun finally breaks through sky after three days (or more?) of solid gray and
much rain
_______
unnamed phenomenon:
the feeling, after days of gray and rain, of the first licks of sun on one’s face and on one’s limbs and watching it
lay itself across the land
the magnificent things it does
with all that water as it drip drops from the trees and rushes down the ditches
_______

impossibly green i say
about the first light after all the rains
hitting every growing thing in the woods,
and every growing thing along the backroad,
and every growing thing as seen against the slate and
________
11:17pm tom petty on radio x kirksville
singing she’s a good girl,
she’s crazy about elvis….
now all the vampires
walking through the valley
move west through
ventura boulevard
and i don’t know why but this song
always has that nostalgic feel to it
(in this certain way where, even when it just came out, it had that nostalgic feel)

cyaniding

how i balk at lunch
about the cult with the purple robes and nikes
who cyanided themselves to catch a ride
on the comet passing through
when darien tells us that some of them
also voluntarily castrated themselves
and how i go on to joke when i can
about cutting off my balls
which doesn’t necessarily sound very funny right nere/now
but we couldn’t stop laughing about it then
_______

seen from the forest path
down to the cedar room:
the smooth brown of shitakes bursting
out the bark of the logs tilted 
on their ends under the shade of the filling-in canopy

________

rachel katz and i joking about
the proverbial ball pit
and pink-iced doughnuts with sprinkles
awaiting her at a future startup job
should she choose to move out of the 
non-profit sector
_______
the hot water bottle i place next to mama cat
in the box on my porch that mama cat has taken up residence in
while the bone-deep wet cold
keeps wetting and colding out there
_______
the sound of rain dropletting on the roof played against
the sound of wood in the stove crackling into flame
plus the whooshes of wind moving through
_______

how, when i name the people i miss,
i also name bodies of water,
mountains,
rivers, 
sky views and
ocean vistas and 
ferns and forests
_______

the lone spring peeper
peeping
over near karma pond
through the wet and dark and cold
(which, it seems, will continue for days)