His power scared the crap out of me as a kid. But rain somehow dampens the fear associated with wind. The beauty of cleansing covering the reality of our need for erosion – sanctification. I suppose.
by Roger Mugs
wind blows the rain
batting the ground the way
i shake my sheets to make ripples when
i spread it to cover the whole bed
God’s up there, shaking this rain sheet
making sure he gets enough wind underneath to pull
the corner over the side of this city
then he calms down. tucks us in.
and whispers goodnight
Not only does it have the significant strength of having a title almost as long as the piece itself, the piece keeps a nice tight metaphor humming from start to finish.
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Have you ever laid on a bed while someone ripples the sheet/makes the bed? I used to like to do this as a child/newlywed. A sheet is just light enough so that you can still see the impression of a face beneath. And me? I wait for the peek-a-boo.