Tuesday, March 31, 2020

DO NOT FIGHT THIS

Come let the violent
spring rain
again

from the inviolable clouds
to bewilder wrecked field edges
foggy lakesides
drab embankments

to the mute
slate gray pools
eclipsing dank park lawns

the indistinct
dross gathered
penitent in street curbs

the piles of rot and
aborted treebuds
clogging up the sewers.

From every heavily devastated
bit of nothing special

a new force
waits in its benevolent
artifice to emerge—

so undeterrable
it cannot be doubted
co-opted bailed-out
reversed or contained.

Come
let the violent spring
rain again

its benediction
that absences
can be generative too

proof
that even our conspicuous
lack
is productive.