I have really enjoyed taking part in another season of book club. It’s so special to be able to meet up with other rural queers once a week and discuss subjects close to my heart.
I had mixed feelings about the book we focused on this winter, but that didn’t make the sessions any less enjoyable. There was plenty to inspire discussion and it even got me writing poetry again...
Nick
Rain has made my heart sing by Nick Jarvis
Today I stayed at home
to watch the rain.
It fell with such aching
determination
I felt somebody
should witness it.
I lit the fire
and the candles,
arranging an alter
for my vigil
from the sofa.
And daylight drifted
by in waves,
brightening the sky for a brief
moment before
the curtain of rain
drew once more
across the sun.
You can hide
inside this kind of
rain, like
sheets of tears,
my sadness
camouflaged.
I listen to songs that
feel like waterfalls
inside of me. Rivers
of memories cascading
through my body,
so while the view from
my window remains
obscured, I travel miles
across the map of my life –
a nostalgic pilgrimage
to all the places where rain
has made my
heart sing.
