STILL HOME
The rains will come
…………………..(they were never here)
The Himachali sun is covered by desert dust
…………………..(the desert was never here)
The dust is gone, the rains have come
…………………..(the dust was never here)
The rain is here
…the first clear drop
fell and now (it was never
…here) here is another
and another
…………………(
…………..………)
…………….the final one is gone.
Stillness is that
which continues.
The tang and pierce of garlic fields
in midday heat erase
the smell of rain-soaked dirt.
The parching soil belies
the interred rain
(it was never here).
Now check,
you began with
The rains
(but this, the rains,
the heat, the change) are done
and you alone are here.
Author’s Bio
Robbie Chesick lives in Vancouver, BC. She has been writing secretly for years but realized only recently that it may be time to play with the poetic others. Robbie is a clinical therapist, meditator, spouse, mother, friend, wanderer, settler, consumer, convener, and seeker of subtle treasures.