Here a Small Rain
by Nancy Christopherson
Joy requires
a lot of hard work—we must
be willing to stand near
the fence, as horses do.
Stand there and say love, not with
our mouths, with our full bodies—
heavy manes and tails—and not bite.
Otherwise—what, the battles rage
on. So tired of that.
Here now this small soaking rain.
Misty droplets huddled along
railings then spilling down. And us
nascent, wet again. Old. Ancient water.
It took everything to get here.
Judge’s comments
In third place is “Here a Small Rain.” This meditative poem, with haikuesque sentiments, leads the reader to philosophical contemplation of the opening line, “Joy requires/a lot of hard work….” Considerable skill is required to craft a poem so seemingly simple on the surface but one that moves with surprising leaps into deceptively deep terrain.
—Leah Stenson
Poet bio
Nancy Christopherson, author of The Leaf, lives and writes in eastern Oregon. Her poetry has appeared in Common Ground Review, Helen Literary Magazine, Peregrine Journal, Raven Chronicles, Third Wednesday, and Xanadu, among others, as well as various regional anthologies. Visit www.nancychristophersonpoetry.com
Powerful poem! Thanks for sharing. Beth