Shantih Journal Issue 2.2 | Page 57

Falling as Rain steve klepetar I am trying to penetrate clouds that fog my sight. Lowering, they have turned gray, then black and in my lungs I feel the storm coming on. What would it be like to fall as rain, to penetrate the mysteries of sky? Would my body live as a droplet hurtling to earth or as a blinding sheet? Would I hear wind singing its song of fallen trees? Would I know the language of vapor, its many terms for merging and tearing apart? How would I sing without lips and teeth, where would I direct my gaze? If I fell in the ocean, would my blood turn to salt, would I float on the surface or sink in churning waves? And could I rise, dragged back to the sky when sun, that furnace fed by another gas, burned away my liquid soul? 57