Give it a name

poetry - by Alexei Ku

Someone told you a story once
Or planted the seed of a story
In the soft-lit warmth of endless days
About how it is that
The rain will come dashing down

Self-borne preamble to what’s next
And how the sun, sheepish at first,
Resumes the land
Spreads out like a cat across your lap again.
In other words, you were told that
A symphony exists
That an arc will always cast shadows
But is an arc!

Years later
Long since the cat hopped off to tend some distracted errand,
You sat on a river and watched
As a bank-bird stitched its nest against a mossy stone
Lapped by eddies of cold clear meltwater
The rodeo of it all
For once looked linear
As a flatline, or maybe you were too close
And what you didn’t see was the curve
Soft and warm
That has been reeling back on itself
This whole time.