Toby Vandenack
April Showers
“Rain is the merging of cool air with warm under general conditions of humidity. Try to remember it has nothing to do with love or grief. This is the consolation of philosophy: it’s out of our hands. The business of bars and stores, our separate beds, the garbaged offices of alleyways, is aging. It sighs in the blood like salt, slows us, and is why our hearts are heaviest on the moment of waking: the weight we ferry, the fright, the long vowel opening at the centre of a consonant world that draws the hurt up,an empty bowl, while history’s rebar is replaced and a species coughs its lungs out in another room. Private lives of insects and the single notes that move them, hard-won courage of raccoon and crow who eat our garbage and hate us, are foreclosed. We are lonely. We are here. Inside a vestigial swimmer bears memory like the phantom pain of when the earth was new and we were a promise in the sex of its making, its heat and pools. Cells’ random liquid birth. In the molecular ache of land as it cooled, when, before tears, before property, it rained for more than a million years.”
Karen Solie, “Under the Sun”
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