Some things just are.

The transformation of is to was — like an overcast
morning, the inevitability of sunshine and the

possibility of rain are not equal, there are all kinds
of ways to foretell all kinds of things — yet, an

umbrella bears consideration. Some things just are.
Like seeing you now across the street and not

stopping, not slowing down, not wondering where
you’re going, not remembering an hour later, all

the times it rained and words got wet — some words
that were quiet, cold, running down heated skin,

some warm, dissolving in light tapered on window
sills — not thinking at night that some things should

not be together, like sunshine and morning rain:
rainbows too are surely errors of judgement.

36 thoughts on “Some things just are.

  1. “Some things just are.” I love that. The truth. I love that light tapered on windowsills, too. A gleam of hope. An invitation to homecoming.

    Like

    1. Thanks so much, Sherry. Between the rains and the virus… it’s all grey around here. We do need a break – that gleam of hope. Hope things are better in Tofino, at least!

      Like

  2. This poem has excellent movement, Rajani. From the descriptive intro to the human interaction which doesn’t happen, I felt it all.

    Like

  3. It’s so true, Rajani, some things just are. I love the simile ‘The transformation of is to was — like an overcast morning’ , the acceptance of possibilities, and the lines:
    ‘the times it rained and words got wet — some words
    that were quiet, cold, running down heated skin,
    some warm, dissolving in light tapered on window
    sills…’
    I agree with Kerry about the movement.

    Like

  4. This is incredibly powerful, Rajani! You describe perfectly the movement from “is to was,” and the image of “rainbows too are surely errors of judgement,” really gripped me. 💝

    Like

  5. In this Time of Not Being Together, the seemingly out-of-place things matter more than ever—things like rain mixed with sunshine to produce those seeming errors of judgment: rainbows. I’ll keep looking for them, although it may be a fool’s errand.

    Like

  6. From is to was in an instant. Rainbows are so fleeting and so much is read into them. I like the line “some things just are.”

    Like

Leave a Thot...

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.