By J.J. Tindall
RAIN
I can show you
that when it rains and shines
it’s just a state of
mind. But life is
mind and
mind
is real.
When the sky closes,
a million I’s become
one wet We,
temporarily trapped
in a Brigadoon Atlantis.
Bass notes in our blood
resonate to the visiting
kin,
buds of blues emerge,
brain-clouds drape the skyline
in God,
humbling these
monuments to brittle
ego.
Sun is bright
and rain is blue,
sun is right
and rain is true.
Sun is Saturday,
faith, Lincoln, cheer.
Rain is Sunday,
doubt, Grant, fear.
And these are just
states of mind
but absolutely real
as faith
and fear.
–
J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on April 28, 2009