Of Light and Rain

Of Light and Rain

Thought:

The Hybrid Nature of Love

reveals it self in the ledges leading

to soreness and joy

Act:

The chance we catch the right drop

once we start running

is neither bigger

nor smaller -

the rain keeps falling

blindly – so it was

said and understood and raising

both our hands

we sat on the ground

legs slightly crossed

just admiring, waiting

and getting all

divinely

wet

Hallucination:

Approaching the skyline

from that east end slope, tiny ash

particles, dancing

squeezing their amazingly

thin

gravitational center

in erratic circles

until almost touching

the ground – by then, literally

vaporizing and slowly

fading up into

the blue

anew

Comprehension:

The light

reminded me of one of Rembrandt's famous

paintings – such a timeless device to play with

eternity should endure

forever -

and yet I could now

feel my bones

soaking

and my flesh began

aching; thus

we got up and back we went

through that narrow, scary ledge

only

this time, we

felt

joy

© 2016, José Eduardo Coelho

Intermittence of (or unfinished thought)

Intermittence of

(or unfinished thought)

The weather changed. How

I hate those twists

Snails approach with

numbness, leaving a trail

for the next season

a wet spot on the wall

allows me to know the rain

has been falling

for a while, I hear it

scrolling through

the gutter

and believe

intermittence is a word

describing much, as

rain

snails

and feelings

The line of thought

suddenly

as a telephone signal

breaks

I wanted to tell someone

about the snails

but

I'm left

alone

with their silent

image crossing my mind

slowly

and they are

increasingly.

© José Coelho, 2015

Barão Reports – Coffee And a Mosquito

Barão Reports - Coffee And a Mosquito

On the way to Lagos

just the usual Saturday visit to the

big local city market, the road

suddenly

became wet.

Despite a fairly grey sky, the

temperature was warm, the air

dumping scents of fennel

curry and rock rose – my favorite!

a must have I collect in bunches for later

re-use, just in case a big cozy hug comes in hand.

Parked the car at the right spot, family

out – we love returning to the same places

including same people

their fancy habits, improbabilities

the expression in their faces slightly

changing but keeping the soul

year after year

makes you develop something I would call

attachment to

frenzy of staying;

and then the rain fell

hard as it does

seldom, for less than a minute – we could hear it

smashing against car roofs -

that’s it, was gone

no regret or compunction

showing.

Now the rest is up to you

grass, good and bad weeds

marigolds, poppies

raise your wild beauty and leave us

dreaming of more.

On the way back, more or less at

the same mile, the road became dry.

The pleasure of eating fresh shrimps with salt & lemon

makes me think of nothing.

The tuna steak in onion sauce

was savored and swallowed

as if unique.

The owner of the café approaches smiling with coffee and a mosquito; he assures me

It never rained here.

© 2014, José Eduardo Coelho

62nd day

Sixty second day

windows keep pouring rain as

alphabet letters

© 2014, JC