Umbrella Flight

Before the brown house with white shutters was torn down 

And before blades of grass it laid on were matted with debris 

I watched as children no older than me and have never met 

played safely away from the noise and thunderings 

while I stayed inside and prepared jugs 

 

Cold unfriendly fingers tapped against walls and doors 

and people I had never met watched me closely as I passed 

Watch for them, they said, in the skies 

When you pass the street, move quickly 

When you're on your way to find a friend, keep your head down  

 

Blinds don't help, open or closed, when they're weak 

So we hammer blankets to the windows 

and just like that, it rained loudly 

she was still dry in her barred bed 

When she could have been soaked to the bone 

 

And I wept 

Because we couldn't wait for the rain to stop 

When the weather men said it already had 

And with much less than clear vision 

I looked back at the house that I couldn't see 

Reviews

[B]

I love your writings
you have so much wit and hidden messages
I see so much here
hiding those parts of one soul from the rain and the public
Somehow in preservation there is safety
And just like that everything that felt bad kind of goes away with that old house one was hiding in
and one can move on to a new place

[kyam]

Lovely poem and very interesting. The rain was an issue and the way you made it sound was taken care of and then the house that was important to her.........Kyam