Alessandra Lynch is the author of three books of poetry: Daylily Called It a Dangerous Moment (Alice James Books, 2017); It was a terrible cloud at twilight (LSU Press, 2008), winner of the Lena-Miles Wever Todd Poetry Prize; and Sails the Wind Left Behind (Alice James Books, 2002). She is the receipient of fellowships from Yaddo and The MacDowell Colony. She serves as poet-in-residence at Butler University and lives in Indianapolis, Indiana.
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Meditation on Rain
In a blue collusion of dusk
and rain, the sky’s darkly shaking
like horsetails flicking
off bloodflies. As you’d try
switching off half-truths that fed
on your skin, their little bites
from harder pain.
Nothing a hoof could gallop from. Nothing to ride here
coolly passing from stable to woods—
each leaf a perforated heart—
to the front porch of the blue house. As you ascend,
the steps darken behind you, night
has its own quiet stepping—it is not
an abyss, not amorphous
as once you felt—.
How wavery the rain at the threshhold—