Hurricane Rain at Holden Beach
It slips from the clouds out on the horizon.
It marches towards the beach,
great drops pelt the waves with dimples.
It pocks the sand like blasts from a BB gun,
pastes each grain to its neighbor. It sands
the driftwood that washes ashore.
It rinses dust from the sea oats,
salt from the car. It pummels the window,
falls softly as the wind drops.
It trickles down my back through the leak
in my raincoat. It needles my skin as I lean
into the wind, wishing it would wash
you from my mind.
selcouth south 2019
