Dear Readers, here is a selection of my original poetry to celebrate the end of National Poetry Month. Following the poetry you will find links to the other pieces I shared on Substack this month. The sun shines warmer these days and the pulse of spring is energizing. Thank you for being here.
These Days This garden we fill with seeds pushing radishes and peas into fresh brown earth These books we replace on the brimming shelves These tomatoes we slice and throw into salad bowls This table with cloth straightened and vase of flowers centered This postcard addressed to a far away brother and the clouds flowing across the top of the horizon This morning's cup of steaming tea and the children that are begging for a walk and attention These ordinary days that roll on in the same slightly different manner of the ones before. Going Home Turn right off the highway and onto the dirt road, then take the first left. Down the dusty hill and left again. Keep going. Just before the next hill there's another road. Take it. Your life moves on like this winding road, never quite going in a straight line. Past the sagging house with the empty windows and on to the next house, just across the irrigation canal where poplar trees brace against the wind and sunflowers grow in the corn. It's the face in the window that waves and disappears the door that flies open the people who love you that have been waiting to welcome you home. Thursdays It will be a Thursday. It will be a Thursday when I let go of this unusually tragic moment. It will be a Thursday when the light strikes the window just right and I realize that there is nothing left to do here. It will be a Thursday when I cut loose and let myself dream of tall buildings and new faces It will be a Thursday when I leave the rational arguments behind like inconveniently parked cars. It will be a Thursday when I say goodbye to this lonely little feeling and cast myself into A brand new world.
All of these are stunning Raine, thank you for your beautiful words ✨🤍