I pull over on Cabrillo
to watch the rain
through my car window,
a blur of swaying palm trees
and cloud-burst windy skies,
an impression by chance,
an engraving on a wet afternoon
into a waterfall of glory.
Pouring rain is a haze of simplicity,
subdued and opulent,
channeling liquid energy
into one narrow moment
of youth and purity.
About the contributor: Mark Tulin is a former family therapist who lives in Santa Barbara, California. He has a poetry chapbook, Magical Yogis, published by Prolific Press (2017). He has an upcoming book of poetry entitled, Awkward Grace. His work has appeared in Vita Brevis, Amethyst Poetry, The Drabble, Leaves of Ink, among others. His website is Crow On The Wire.
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love the way you describe the rain……….
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I love this poem about taking the time to experience a moment of grace. Sharing . . .
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