I would call it Zugunruhe and know that though I cannot you can pronounce that word
perfectly
I would say today rain the hum and splash of white noise the silvery gray of a sky
obscured and suffering
Today the dogs tucked under comforters slumbering how they always get sleepy and
still in bad weather like ancient tides still rise inside their sturdy bodies
like their tall-grass spin before sleep to have a memory that long to remember
Dark chocolate and hot tea the cradle of an oak drawer full of lace full of delicate made
things
What does an oak tree love is it the sun is it the thin tubes raising water like a sacrament
golden cup held to the light is it the good dirt crumbling at the root is it the rain
How the rain flows around solids creating them in a fluid sliding in vacancies when I
stand in the rain I am
not cleansed nor made wet I am simply a shape an absence
I remember sometimes being a child and yet my body is not the same body the same
shape the bones
How is it that I love you
You could find salt stains the muted smooth beach pebbles taken into this mouth the
ocean like the rain leaving only a slight shine in its absence
the shine and the salt my own spin cycle listen I was a child
the first time now I am that restlessness before migration the way my body
in the rain turns toward where it thinks you might be how the drops gleam at the pine’s
small needles how I reach and take one shining drop on my tongue how it tastes
of impossible distances even as reflexively I swallow even as distances both collapse and
lengthen into the afternoon into the white noise is this feeling so slight so fleeting as all
that
Listen every love story has a difficult ending every love is a story listen
It might never stop raining
Leslie Harrison has recent poems forthcoming or out in journals including The Kenyon Review, The New Republic, FIELD, Antioch Review, Orion, and elsewhere. Her first book, Displacement, came out in 2009 from Mariner Books, a division of Houghton Mifflin Harcourt. She teaches creative writing, poetry and literature at Towson University and divides her time between Baltimore and the Berkshires.