📃 Daily(ish) poem → 00322 ◊ Rain ◊ Jack Gilbert
Rain
Suddenly this defeat.
This rain.
The blues gone gray
and yellow
a terrible amber.
In the cold streets
your warm body.
In whatever room
your warm body.
Among all the people
your absence.
The people who are always
not you.
I have been easy with trees
too long.
Too familiar with mountains.
Joy has been a habit.
Now
suddenly
this rain.
—Jack Gilbert
—found in Views of Jeopardy (1962)