hope rage

they’re feeble attempts
but
with each
constipated
droplet
that sounds on the roof
we feel lighter

more joyous

we tell each other
how clean everything looks

comment
on the freshness
of the air

and we marvel
at drop-patterns
in the dust

dust
after the best
this storm can do

I want to rage
about the futility
of these few drops

kick and stamp
and shout

roar
the despair I feel

the dismay that is all around
but

I cannot

for every inadequate
isolated
fool
of a raindrop
brings me undone
in a surge of hopefulness

and I listen closely
for each strike of water
on the tin
above me


© Frank Prem, 2006

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13 thoughts on “hope rage

  1. N. Central Texas was in a severe drought condition for years. I came to appreciate the psychological impact it has.
    Then, as they say, “the only way out if a drought is a flood.” Those have been devastating to our neighbors to the south where the rivers drain.
    But I do appreciate every drop we get. And I’m frustrated with an ecosystem out of balance.

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    • That’s the abiding feeling Michael – frustration because it is stuffed, frustration because we can;t fix it. No balance and not a lot of hope for the future.

      I could get quite miserable about it if I don’t desist.

      anyway, let’s rage on, hey?

      Cheers,

      Frank

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