May, by Gioconda Belli
When the forecast calls for rain we often turn melancholy, especially in the height of springtime, when the sun has been greeting us more regularly. Under rainclouds the colors of spring are less vibrant, the air is close, the world turns inward. This poem by Gioconda Belli celebrates the internal rain which is anything but inward—“I’m always flowering/with this internal rain”. The waters are fresh and refreshing, an antidote to the withering heat that presses upon us and the dry kernels that irritate our souls. This internal rain brings laughter, memories, lush secrets and strength. What is the source of your internal waters? What brings you laughter? What are the countless roots of your song?
Todd Breyfogle, Denver, Colorado