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It's rainy here in San Diego. I wrote a poem and podcast last year about rain. I was in an Airbnb for two months because my bathroom was being renovated. It seemed fitting to send it to you again..
Here's the writing
"I’ve been taking a masterclass from poet, Joy Harjo. She says -- one of the elements to writing good poetry is listening. Everything has something to say. The trees, the sky, the potted plants on the front porch.
So I started listening.
I was stuck in an Airbnb in hillcrest for two months and started listening.
And what I found is that if you pay attention closely, things are talking, A LOT.
The desk, refrigerator, the sink, the comforter, my robe, the fern were all were chatting.
The coffee pot was percolating in laughter, the heat was humming a mambo,
the cabinets were complaining about crumbs.
Where once there was silence, there was a cacophony of conversation…because I was listening.
My attention turned to outside the window where the talk was louder.
This Airbnb was on a busy street and the street was wet from rain.
Every time a car went by it said sssssssshhhhhsss, which I believe was “yes”
Every time a car passed by on the wet concrete I heard the word “yesss”
When a group of cars went by one after another, it was a flurry of yesess in a tag team procession.
The yeses came and went… nothing ssstayed yesss for long,
The noissse evaporated into sssilence as sssoon as the cars …. passsssssed.
So I asked the quessstionsss I wissshed were anssswered with yesss..
Will people ever live and let live? Will peace ever stay? Will the violence stop soon?
There was a sudden absence of cars. Silence, no “yessses.”
Not too long after. more cars came, but they didn’t say yes, …
They said, “wisssh … wisssh .. wisssh..”
That’s what I heard as I listened to the cars driving on wet pavement…” wisssh “
A truck said, “Get out of my way”… then a bus said, “Same old routine, same old.. route, day after day.”
The rain came down heavier and it started talking, I listened… this is what it said:
Yes, is not the ansswer to your impossssible questionsss, …. that’s just your wisssh,
Peaccce can be elusssive, … lisssten closssely… the carsss aren’t saying yesss…and they aren’t saying wisssh : they are saying thisss too shall passsss the rain, the darknessss, the conflict
[yes] this too shall passss, carsss on a rainy street, the thought you’re thinking, the pain you’re feeling,
thessse too shall passss, and then whatever comes next, that shall passss too.
Listen to the peace inside of you."Support the show
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