After Hard Rain
Yesterday it rained and they closed the schools and sent us home from work and the rain never stopped while I was conscious. This morning, no rain, but neither was there sun. This morning I took Lew Turco‘s (here’s his wikipedia page) The Book of Forms from the shelf and opened it at random to the cyrch a chwda, a nearly mono-rhymed heptasyllabic Welsh octave with a cross rhyme from the penultimate line to mid-syllable of the last line, and gave myself two hours before stopping to prepare for tonight’s gig (more later). I made one:
From first light the light was drowned
And all day the only sound
Was water always earthbound
Or spilling from the high ground
To the low until it found
Some way inside earth or wound
Itself in stream, pond, or lake,
And could retake the world around.
The third word of the last line changed just now, from “remake.” The day was really quite sinister.
But today was quite different. I’m pleased with the poem, and a 3/8th fraction of Fractal Folk, just Krys, our trombonist/flautist Greg DiCristofaro, and I, did a damned good job playing the sidewalk outside Larry’s Comic Book Café (but the Leonardtown Location).
I’m a happy man.