POETRY | FICTION
Leaves Dancing in the Rain
A poem
It rains, it pours, and it’s loud fall
moves me to look out the window.
Getting off the bed messes
it up slightly and I don’t care.
My window is closed and refuses
to open, but I wanted to see
the rain’s beauty outside.
So I take a piece of clothing,
tie it around my knuckles,
and punch the glassy barrier until
it shatters and bursts open.
The wind gets me first.
It’s breezy movement disturbs my eyes
a little but I must see its effects.
I open my eyelids again forcefully
and for a brief moment between
a closed and half-opened eye,
I see a tiny couple dancing.
I shockingly opened them wide again
and all I saw were leaves fluttering.
I know now what I must do.
A split vision only wide enough to
see a blurry world was the sole way
to capture this leafy masterpiece.
I must paint it down on paper
as best I…
