False Ballade on the Geneva Rain

for Mette

We have the expectation

after three thousand years of history

(with the occasional exception

from Greek or Christian mythology)

that each new morning will see a new sun rise.

Yet after long rain we're surprised by blue skies.

Despite our insulation

and roofs, our fortieth story

penthouses, our recreation-

al drugs, our tv sports glory,

despite our creature comforts and unnatural highs,

with what joy we are surprised by blue skies.

And when all creation

raises raging storms from allegory

razing each habitation

and each field, do we worry?

We know one day laughter will replace frightened cries.

Let it rain. We'll be the more surprised by blue skies.