A New Light
By Jacob Dardashti
I always thought that rain was the world’s way of crying
the little drops innocently sliding down your jacket
to pool at collarbone or wrist, the body’s quietest parts
followed by a loud “bang!” of thunder
undignified, an ugly crier
but I guess not. As it trickled into my pockets
my cooling hands knew rain is just misunderstood
the next time you see that wrong light, the candle-snuffed
sun, remember that rain
and the dark cloudscented horizon
might not be cause for tears
The Earth Moves On
By Jacob Dardashti
Today I took a walk to the park and realized…
The birds are still chirping,
whistling over the little things,
like finding bread to eat.
The flowers are still bright-petaled,
patiently waiting for one of those little honey bugs
to come say hi.
Domed by the sky, the Earth moves on.
So can you.