The Rain Poured Down

Dan Gerber
My mother weeping
in the dark hallway, in the arms of a man,
not my father,
as I sat at the top of the stairs unnoticed—
my mother weeping and pleading 
for what I didn’t know and can still only imagine—
for things to be somehow other than they were,
not knowing what I would change,
for, or to, or why,
only that my mother was weeping
in the arms of a man not me,
and the rain brought down the winter sky
and hid me in the walls that looked on,
indifferent to my mother’s weeping,
or mine,
in the rain that brought down the dark afternoon.

From A Primer on Parallel Lives by Dan Gerber. Copyright © 2007 by Dan Gerber. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press.

From A Primer on Parallel Lives by Dan Gerber. Copyright © 2007 by Dan Gerber. Reprinted by permission of Copper Canyon Press.

Dan Gerber