Today my shower came from the heavens
by Alex Cigale
Lying very still, my ear to the ground,
I can hear voices, what the river said,
water lapping stones: I love you, love you.
Was it just yesterday that I was rain?
What will become of me tomorrow? Lake?
I move a single stone for how many years?
Fricative sibilants of the vast wind,
particles of mist jostling for position.
There would be no hush were it not for the trees.
Round after round the rain rings out its song.
I stay awake all night grateful for the sounds.
Today my shower came from the heavens.
Interesting people we meet along the way and
intersecting with them sense connectedness,
the world a safe place: I feel I belong:
not having, had, or to have; becoming.
Alex Cigale’s poems recently appeared in The Cafe, Colorado, Global City, Green Mountains, and North American reviews, Gargoyle, Hanging Loose, Redactions, Tar River Poetry, 32 Poems, and Zoland Poetry, online in Contrary, Drunken Boat, H_ngm_n, McSweeney’s, and are forthcoming in Many Mountains Moving and St. Petersburg Review. His translations from the Russian can be found in Crossing Centuries: the New Generation in Russian Poetry, in The Manhattan, St. Ann’s, and Yellow Medicine reviews, online in OffCourse, Danse Macabre and Fiera Lingue, and forthcoming in Crab Creek Review and Modern Poetry in Translation. He was born in Chernovsty, Ukraine and lives in New York City.