We, some ticking legacies, tend our
gentle life beeps and together betray
the old I won’t register on the seismograph thought.
Standing by till the rain stops,
our consciousness materializes as we
watch another stranger’s hands close the
public doors to illustrate
this reassurance:
that rainfall is not a symbol for sadness
but a context for sixteen people
to share a foyer.
Poem: M. WRIGHT is an educator and poet living with his wife, Dylan, in Minnesota.He is the 2016 winner of the Atlantis Award in poetry and his poems have appeared in The Penn Review, Saint Paul Almanac, Glass Poetry, UCity Review, Wildness, and Jet Fuel Review. Find out more at wrightm.com.
Art: LEAH FARGO uses oil paint as a vessel for capturing and sorting through ideas that may at first appear disjointed in the resulting imagery. She works by deliberately combining symbols and layers of paint to comment upon different facets of this bizarre, fascinating, and sometimes dysfunctional human experience.
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