IF IT’S A SERMON

EMRY TRANTHAM

 
 

But if it’s a sermon, I’d rather listen to the rain.
                          -from Rashomon
 
 
Rain tells its own story, one drop per breath,
                                    one clarity of a bead on your palm.
 
The story ends. Did you miss it? Listen: another
                                    raindrop will flatten the dirt, tell you
 
her conclusion in one honest syllable. There is no salt
                                    in rain. No sulfur, nor blood.
 
No wine-stained threat of the millstone anchor. Drop by drop,
                                    clear water: round notes to lull a need.

 
 

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