Homeless In The Rain

Homeless In The Rain
© Surazeus
2018 10 16

The glass door of the large squat cement store
in the signless strip mall by the new highway
outside Fort Worth in Nineteen Seventy
knows everything about the black rain cloud
that spirals flashing over fields of wheat.

The boy inside the red Volkswagen stares
at the large poster showing Raquel Welch
in short wolf-fur skirt facing dinosaurs
as she tries to evade their snapping jaws
and run for the ark when rain floods the world.

The boy looks at the strip-mall parking lot
where cars shimmer in drops of sparkling rain,
then sees his mother buying clothes in the store
as he waits for wild rain to flood the world,
hoping the buggy will float like the ark.

Watching white rain drops slither down door glass,
the boy thinks about living in high mountains
among tall pines he chops down with sharp axe,
then shapes wood in planks to build river boat,
and he can smell sharp scent of pine in the wind.

Gripping sides of the sturdy river boat,
the boy glides bouncing down the gushing stream
that winds through ancient woods where sunrays gleam,
till the boat swirls onto the larger river
that shimmers bright under the singing sky.

Watching cars pass as his mother drives home,
the boy longs to return to that home land
though he got lost a thousand years ago
when he sailed away to explore the world
and wanders nowhere, homeless in the rain.