Doorway to a Rainy Day
written by: Ash Douglas
a chair with no back
black and white paint flicks all over it
it’s pulled to the threshold of a spring rain
where I was perched
at that tiny door under the house
I am mesmerized
I am tranquil
I am frozen
in awe
in comfort
in curiosity
as the small rain rivers push down our little lane
carving its fight
water from the sky stretching and stretching for something bigger
to the ocean that’s only a small way from our hamlet home perhaps
there’s a seagull struggling in the wind, I hope he makes it
I think about birds for a moment and gales
until buoys pull me away out there drowning over and over in the storm swells
boats rocked in all the wrong directions
kelp flaps clinging to moorings who never wanted them in the first place
then I catch a race
a bottle cap leads a fallen leaf
both carried along the curbside down the road
passing gravel traps and grass hazards
the cheers in my head grow loud as rain poured like applause
thunder even showed and lighting had to come too
to see this race and how small it was
a spectacle on a grand scale to me
the only fan of something worth an encore
it was then the rain stopped as the bottle cap did
by the fallen leaf
both stalled by the grate covered in debris
drifting and dancing together like memories do
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