In Search of My Father 2017 Writing Project

In Search of My Father 2017 Writing Project
In Search of My Father, 2017 writing project supported by The National Lottery through the Arts Council of Northern Ireland

Thursday, 3 September 2015

THE LONELINESS OF THE RAINDROP COUNTER


He counts raindrops, loses track, restarts,
A hefty drizzle dresses the window, liquid lace curtain,
Animates, blurs, distorts the distance, edges of hills shiver,
Road like a lazy jelly snake quivers and a spooked crow
Resembles a flying hearse. Everything is soaked.
He counts, distracted by noises, but he counts
Knowing no one cares, no one will check his accuracy,
No one will label him a cheat because no one will come.

Enough of the far distance, focus on the glass, a face
Stares back, a man he recognises, a wet face,
No sharp contours, a face like a rag on a nail fighting a breeze,
The face of a once handsome, in-demand man,
A head that nods when he nods, eyes that blink when he blinks
A mouth that would smile when he smiled, if only he could think of a reason.  
He counts knowing no one cares, no one will check his accuracy,
No one will label him a cheat because no one will come,
Only the crow when it’s time.

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