Rainy Day—Allan Lake
Allan Lake, originally from Saskatchewan, has lived in Vancouver, Cape Breton, Ibiza, Tasmania, W. Australia & Melbourne. Lake won Lost Tower Publications (UK) Comp 2017, Melbourne Spoken Word Poetry Fest 2018 and publication in New Philosopher 2020. Latest poetry chapbook (Ginninderra Press 2020) ‘My Photos of Sicily’. He was a guest poet at Shoolini Literary Fest in 2022.
Tears well, spill, fall
to earth if they don’t lose heart
before crossing my cold cheeks.
Clearly, slaves to gravity. Get used to salty,
like you got used to her absence. Didn’t.
Probably won’t. It burns.
When so much of us is water
overflow releases pressure,
although timing’s unpredictable.
Just ask fields of grain that pray
for rain to start or stop. I miss her
but Nature seems unmoved.
Less is different, certainly not more
but this rain, these chilly, rainy days ...
I amble over mossy deadfall as
curious currawongs take confession.
Small floods release what’s usually dammed
and I may have wept audibly among trees,
believing waterfall or wind was cover.
Wouldn’t want to worry anybody who
happened to wander into this wilderness,
especially if it’s her.