And That Rain Again by Lorraine Caputo

Misting fog sinks
            into this valley, masking
            the hills, the lanes,

            the sleeping homes 

Masking the fireworks splaying 

            from the Holy Hill 

 

                        3:33 a.m. I am awakened 

                        by the desperate scurries 

                        of a kitten lost 

                        in the maze of my ceiling 

 

Before dawn, through the fog 

            of my dreams, 

            I hear the coos 

            of nesting doves 

Somewhere there a rooster crows 

            & there … & over there 

 

                        Mother wails 

                        for her lost kitten … 

                        … she answers back  

 

& the rain again … 

            again the rain falls … 

Poet-translator Lorraine Caputo’s works appear in over 400 journals on six continents; and 23 collections of poetry – including On Galápagos Shores (dancing girl press, 2019). She is thrice nominated for the Best of the Net Prize. She journeys through Latin America, listening to the voices of the pueblos and Earth.