No longer children
chasing rainbows,
we want to believe
the drought is over—
look to the mountains
to shield our souls
from insistent cities
and a world at war.
Like native Yokuts
we want to believe
the ground can hold us
before we leave.
~
A trace of rain up-canyon yesterday afternoon as I looked up from my desk, inside after an 1.5” of rain, sorting poetry for another collection—working title: “The Best of the Dry Years”, 2013, 2014, 2015. A formidable task, like sorting 90 head from 900, it will take many more rainy days to complete.
The photo has that postcard-look of not quite real, a reminder of what a little rain can bring. Yet, I harbor some skepticism, not ready to say the drought is over, to set ourselves up for disappointment. But it sure feels good, nonetheless.
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Beautiful photo, John. We’re all so full of hope!
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Thanks, Linda. Trust all is wet in your neck of the woods.
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A splendid reminder of the promise of the first recorded rainbow: ‘I have hung my bow in the heavens as a sign . . . Never again will I destroy the earth with a flood [or a drought] . . .” – Genesis . . .
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Since a very small boy, I remember the story of Noah with every rainbow I see.
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You’ll probably need a couple of good years before you can say the drought is over. But that’s life on the land.
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Truth is: even the good years are on the dry side.
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This year in Western Victoria is looking to be the worst for twenty years. Many farmers have cut their wheat and barley and baled it as stock feed because the hot spell in October killed all the growth. The hottest October since they started keeping records.
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I pray it is over.
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Me, too!
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