A Gasp

tide rising
in kitchen sink

wrack line of dishes
marking the high water line
on every available surface

these poems
found on dinner plates
beneath the soap suds
once all the crap is rinsed away

all day spent
retreated too deep within
large buildings

too far from windows
severed from weather
and the rise and fall
of its fury

until a sky opening
downpour
draws my eyes upward
through fluorescent wash
to beamy ceilinged heights
and peaked skylights beyond
lit up with winter rain
and spruce peaks

a glimpse
so much
like a gasp

for air
for sky
for christ sakes
go outside
for a minute

don’t bother to
put up my hood
but just let it all
touch all
of me