Caroline Misner

Pray For Rain

It shouldn’t have gone on like this—
the protracted days of dust
that rises like steam from the roads,
the pink-brown mist of grains
that cling to skin and hair
and clog the back of the throat.

I can taste its cruelness between
my teeth, crystals cutting like blades.
All we can do now is pray for rain.

Even the clouds mock me, bringing
promises they don’t intend to keep,
a subtle coyness locked in each shadowed crease,
hoarding the moisture we desperately need
in rough basins the wind has filled
with sand that powdered the leaves
in their infancy.

An oak tree spreads the rough entrails
of its roots across the ground.
They pull away as though in pain.
The ground is cracked; plates
of dried mud curl up like waves, the skin
of the earth is suffering.
All we can do now is pray for rain.

At night the sky peels back its hood,
exposing scarlet specks, embers
in the soot, chastising the long 
bony sickle of the moon that looks
as though it may unhook itself
and fall in a plume of grit.

In the morning the garbage men 
will come and collect our obsolescence 
from the curb, clattering the cymbals
of these clogged suburbs in the fuzzy dawn
while we reassemble the parched
archways of our solutions
and pray for rain.


Greetings one and all and welcome to my brand new website!  Please bear with me  portraitI work on filling its pages with news and musings. Being technologically challenged, it may take a while to work out some of the glitches and I hope to have it finished within the next few weeks.  In the meantime, please feel free to browse through the archives and have a look at some of my work.  I've been writing poetry ever since I could remember and I've decided to include a section of Juvenilia in the archives.  Most of the poems listed there were written in my early teens and many of them are just plain awful!  But a few gems do stand out and I hope you enjoy them.  Also, if you would like to know more about me and the work I do, please feel free to click on "About".  There I have posted a brief biography of myself.  I'm not trying to be falsely modest, but I really loathe bragging about myself.  I feel an author's work should stand on its own merits and where an author was born or where she lives or what she eats for breakfast are completely irrelevant.

I would also be remiss if I didn't included a big Thank You! to my oldest son, Kevin, who with a friend designed this website for me and programmed it so that even I could manage it.  And another big Thank You! goes to my dear father Jan Kurz, who was in on it the whole time and provided the stunning photography behind the text of the daily poem.  And another big Thank You! goes out to all the editors, publishers and fellow writers who have supported me and my work over the years and gave me a chance when I needed it, including a Journey Prize nomination and two Pushcart Prize nominations!

"...And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it and the imagination to improvise.  The worst enemy to creativity is self doubt."
--Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)