… I finally finished the poem that I starting writing right around college graduation in May 2003. I hope it makes sense to you. Some people have gotten confused by it. Hint: there are 3 characters in it, not 2.
When the sky burst like a balloon, the rain soaked the hikers
for ten wild minutes that shivered like forever.
It was like a gift, he said, or like a holy baptism.
Or it was like a scene in a story you would write.
And when the call was dropped, she phoned to tell me,
who pictured this boy or that on a cell phone in the mountains,
smelling clean like Appalachian rain and wanting me to know.