By Daniel Thomas
After two hundred days without rain,
the patter on the roof is a beatific
drum, calling the thirsty to leave
their worldly trappings. I step out
of my shell of beams and boards, and revel
with the swaying palm trees, dust
washed away from our brittle fronds.
Slowly, the flagstone steps open
pools of sky, many mirrors,
in which we truly see our foibles,
our faults, our brave love.
Daniel Thomas’s collection of poetry, Deep Pockets, won a 2018 Catholic Press Award. He has published poems in many journals, including Southern Poetry Review, Nimrod, Poetry Ireland Review, Atlanta Review, and others. He has an MFA in poetry from Seattle Pacific University, as well as an MA in film and a BA in literature. Also by this poet: "Theory of Happiness" and "Driving Meditation"