May 5, 2017 Original Poetry

Rain-Illusions
©May 5th, 2017
By Vijaya Sundaram

Rain lingers past its welcome.
Yet, there’s sweetness here.
Flowers, rain-bright and purple,
Amass like an army of dreamers
On the lilac-trees at the foot
Of our precipitous garden.
Birds sing hopefully, wet-feathered,
But fat with worm-feast.

The dog goes walking with me –
The rain is in abeyance now –
And we pass a dead rabbit,
Thrown unceremoniously
Into a clump of someone’s
Grape-hyacinths and tender tulips.
She pulls towards it, sniffs,
I pull away from it, oddly moved.
It was once alive, vibrant with fleetness,
Now, it’s a flat caricature of itself.
My dog’s curious, but not ravenous.
Good thing, too!

I see everything through a mist,
Vision like that of a wind-shield
With no wipers, a water-colour world:
People walking by as I head homeward,
The occasional dog with focused owner,
Cars, insulated space-ships on a mission,
People’s front yards, evidence of pride.

Life is tender, fragile, pointless at times,
And at other times, too sharp to bear.
And Spring brings tears,
Unbidden, they spring;
Once more, the rain begins
And we hurry home.
Silently, our lilacs greet us
With sweetness, a swooning
Home-coming, an illusion of hope.
I will not question this.
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