The Beginnings of Rain

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Cassie Premo Steele, Ph.D., has been twice nominated for the Pushcart Prize and has had experience in writing, teaching, and publishing in multiple genres: poetry, essay, memoir, literary criticism, and short story. She is the author of seven books, including two new ones: a novel, Shamrock and Lotus, and poetry, This is how honey runs. She works as a creativity coach in her Co-Creating practice, which teaches people how to use writing as a way of finding healing, balance and beauty in their lives. Please visit her website to learn more.

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One day I stopped trying, frying, and buying
goods for the house. I stepped back from countertops,
let the crumbs wilt, and listened
from behind walls to the sounds of heaving.
My family, motherless, giving birth to itself.
My husband, screeching, like I used to do,
at all he had to do before the next errand.
And the children, coming to him,
as they used to do to me, with knees
bleeding, tummies hungry and bodies
to be put to bed. And I listened,
from behind walls, to the winds inside
my own skin, shut the windows of my fingers,
refused to lift a hand, heard the storm stirring,
clouds converging over my own dry land,
and listened to the beginnings of rain.

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