The First Rains of Spring

Photo:  (c) Jamie K. Reaser

The rains arrived today in the way

spring rains do: with a strong intent

that could have been mistaken for

mercilessness. They wanted nothing.

That is to say, they wanted nothingness,

the great dissolving of vows that

were clinging to a life that was not

as it had been. She had wondered

about the limits on her freedoms,

but had not found the source of her

bindings. The suffering could have

been mistaken for mercilessness,

that’s true. But, now, now there was

a word falling on the porch’s metal roof:

dissolution (noun)

an ending of a formality of

sorts. A releasing.  But, also,

a loss of controlling factors,

a return to wildness.

And, so, she surrendered everything.

That is to say, she surrendered everything

that had restrained her heart’s contentment,

for, isn’t that everything that should

not matter?

~ Jamie K. Reaser, Author

From "Truth and Beauty" (a work in progress)

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