Chana Bloch





swimming in the rain

Swaddled and sleeved in water,                             
I dive to the rocky bottom and rise 
as the first drops of sky

find the ocean. The waters above 
meet the waters below, 
the sweet and the salt,

and I'm swimming back to the beginning.                       
The forecasts were wrong.                          
Half the sky is dark                                                                                                              
but it keeps changing. Half the stories
I used to believe are false. Thank God  
I've got the good sense at last      

not to come in out of the rain.       
The waves open 
to take in the rain, and sunlight

falls from the clouds
onto the face of the deep as it did  
on the first day

before the dividing began.