Monsoon, by Stan Crawford

Golconda, by René Magritte (Belgium) 1953

​Monsoon

The rainy season comes like grace,
blessing our horizon. Thousands
of bowler-hatted men rain down
without a pause or second thought.
Beliefs turn green as leaves.
The butcher under a red umbrella
carves away a tasty bite and
gives it to a passing dog.
Migrating birds upload and share
cloud videos. All is forgiven
in the pivot between head and heart.
I do not crush the ant that crosses
my computer screen. I put on
a bowler hat and join the raining 
men. There is nothing to resist.
We all are frogs, falling in a mist,
hoping to be caught and kissed.

Stan Crawford

Stan Crawford is an attorney and poet who lives in Albuquerque with his wife Dawn and their neurotic dogs and complacent cats.  His poetry collection Resisting Gravity (Lamar University Literary Press) was a Finalist for the First Book of Poetry award given by the Texas Institute of Letters in 2017.