Post date: Apr 29, 2020 5:21:42 PM

The spring rain dapples the surface of the pond

The ducks are loving it—mallards, wigeons and some kind of diving duck

The soggy world outside is a river in the driveway and a flood in my garden

I shelter here in quarantine, watching ducks and writing

She is warm and dry, but does she know it’s raining?

Her birthday is next week, but we can’t celebrate together this year

I could stand outside her window in the rain and sing to her

But she would not understand why I am outside and not beside her

She gets a pill to help her eat and another to help her sleep

She converses continually with no one in particular

In the language of her youth

We are in the autumn of our years

But the spring rain will fall again