Week 3 – The Wolf

The Wolf

Summer storms have come back today. 

The heat mixes with the sun and the rain condenses,

Builds to a crescendo and I am almost soaked on my way to the subway.


So much is different since the last time I felt the salt and skies of June kiss my skin.

I remember the darkness of the gathering clouds is nothing to be afraid of,

That the storm never lasts and the sun will draft prisms across the air of tomorrow’s early morning.


The wolves outside my window are quiet in the sheets of water. 


Today is my day to survive. 

Day 4 – Tuesday Night, at the Laundromat

Tuesday Night, at the Laundromat

Someday, I will remember that fog in this city means rain is coming.

I walk in the dark, water runs down my skin and my glasses.

Umbrellas pass me by and I remember.

I have let the downpour cleanse my soul so many times before.

There is a power in knowing one can survive. 

Week 30 – Into the Deluge

Into the Deluge

The rain sweeps down from the scaffolds,

It is like the eye of the storm,

the hurricane that lasts on – 

I am a sinner in a world of saints,

The man playing French horn in the subway,

Dark hands resting on the keys,

Alone together in our imperfection.

The melody walks with me, into the deluge.