Mocking Bird
Dark gray skies
Raindrops pounding
The roof like an interrogator
Beating a suspect
In search of a confession
Thunder cracking
As if Judgment Day
Finally arrived holds us
To account for our
Callow narcissism
Wounded sex bleeds
With undisguised agony
At long last free
To grieve the dying
Of the light
Above the deafening
Indictment of the raindrops
The trilling of the Mocking Bird
Rises joyously celebrating
The sheer pleasure of being alive
Without doubt or excuse
This little bundle of feathers
And bone insists on singing
Out its pleasure upon this
First Autumn rain
Am I awake enough
To accept the lesson
That everything is temporary
That God is change
That tears are sacred
That redemption
While nowhere in sight
Is just around the corner.
Scott DuRoff 10/2018
Dark gray skies
Raindrops pounding
The roof like an interrogator
Beating a suspect
In search of a confession
Thunder cracking
As if Judgment Day
Finally arrived holds us
To account for our
Callow narcissism
Wounded sex bleeds
With undisguised agony
At long last free
To grieve the dying
Of the light
Above the deafening
Indictment of the raindrops
The trilling of the Mocking Bird
Rises joyously celebrating
The sheer pleasure of being alive
Without doubt or excuse
This little bundle of feathers
And bone insists on singing
Out its pleasure upon this
First Autumn rain
Am I awake enough
To accept the lesson
That everything is temporary
That God is change
That tears are sacred
That redemption
While nowhere in sight
Is just around the corner.
Scott DuRoff 10/2018
