Poem
Abol Froushan
Yeses Rain
Yeses Rain
Yeses Rain
The world's a fleeting belongingas if from clouds to rain
Thrown in deeper waters
as my uncle threw me at 5
in the pool at the family resort
under an oblique sun
believing swimming is in our genes
I gulped a few gulps of water
before my father
pulled me out
of a No
Now that fear
of drowning in another
arrives each time I reach out
to touch your deeper base
I stand at the receiver saying
‘No I am not the one’
to an answering machine
A pool of words
sits silently
between us
speaking to a No
that stands in the rain
gathering to a pond as it pools
and pulls me
into the fear
of another drowning
Is it possible
you're raining yes?
© 2016, Abol Froushan
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Yeses Rain
The world's a fleeting belongingas if from clouds to rain
Thrown in deeper waters
as my uncle threw me at 5
in the pool at the family resort
under an oblique sun
believing swimming is in our genes
I gulped a few gulps of water
before my father
pulled me out
of a No
Now that fear
of drowning in another
arrives each time I reach out
to touch your deeper base
I stand at the receiver saying
‘No I am not the one’
to an answering machine
A pool of words
sits silently
between us
speaking to a No
that stands in the rain
gathering to a pond as it pools
and pulls me
into the fear
of another drowning
Is it possible
you're raining yes?
Yeses Rain
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