Saturday, December 18, 2010

Here I Am, Lord

Image by Michael Bergantine


Here I Am, Lord

The ribbed black of the umbrella
is an argument for the existence of God,

that little shelter
we carry with us

and may forget
beside a chair

in a committee meeting
we did not especially want to attend.

What a beautiful word, "umbrella."
A shade to be opened.

Like a bat's wing, scalloped.
It shivers.

A drum head
beaten by the silver sticks

of rain,
and I do not have mine,

and so the rain showers me.

Michael Chitwood

Posted over on the Writer's Almanac
"Here I Am, Lord" by Michael Chitwood, from Poor-Mouth Jubilee

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