Sunshowers, liquid sunshine, a blind rain
that can’t see that the sun is out. They say
the devil beats his wife, she cries in pain.
Ghost rain, a lying sun, in which the gray
and one-eyed jackal marries the wolf’s wife,
and lions give birth. This rain falls when a noble
infidel dies. Our double-sided life
looks for itself in everything that’s mobile,
extremes that alternate and then collide,
this light and dark, this dry and wet, remind
us always that we have a choice to see
which end of things we choose, to pick a side,
or bring extremes together, maybe find
the center stillness of the storm, and simply be.