|Wax Poetry and Art Magazine
Vol. 3, No. 4. Spring 2014.
Edited by Kirk Ramdath.
|Second place - Poetry Contest #4
by Philip Gordon
At what point does rain-water become a puddle?
When it has collected like a Sunday mass
in the gravel congregation spaces,
littered along the broken streets?
When it is welled in the rusted gutter,
waiting to slosh down the old, hanging pipes
in a steady torrent, landing
in the abandoned bucket underneath?
Is it the first second it is free
from the clouds, hurtling towards one of the
ten-thousand uncertain ways it will
splash, land, and in a few days
disappear? Or is it
when it stops dreaming
of the sky—when it
lets go of the way
it catches sunlight like crystal, reminding us
Enter the current Poetry Contest