You Be the Rain by Rick Agran
you be the rain and I’ll be a puddle’s surface
you be the quiet and I’ll be the chickadee at 4 a.m.
a black-capped declaration at dawn
you be the earth and I’ll be the beet glowing in the ground
the ant sowing a thistle seed
you be the wind and I’ll be your hair blowing behind you
the candle ha-ha-ing behind the wavery glass
you be the fire and I’ll be the beech twig, the pine needle
a wisp of perfumed smoke rising
Rick Agran grew up in Brookline, NH. He has worked in the woods and in a lumber mill, sold brass and copper jewelry and vegetables at Seattle's Pike Place Market, taught about nature at Otter Lake Conservation School, washed dishes and cooked fancy soup at the Blue Strawbery, worked as a farmer, and taught lots of people to read and write. His favorite swimming holes are on the Cockermouth River and the East Branch of the Saco. He has written two books: a collection of poems called Crow Milk, and Pumpkin Shivaree, a picture book for children. He co-edited Under the Legislature of Stars: 62 New Hampshire Poets.
Photo by Raya Bodnarchuk. Poem and photo used with permission of the poet.