It’s Raining in Kalispell by Marlowe Daly


September 26, 2013 by northerncardinalreview

Did you ever understand the chance of rain?
Either it rains
or it does not,
There are two options.
Scientists have tested a calculable logic.
But in the end,
It is raining or snowing or sleeting
or hailing or drizzling or dry.
It is wet or very wet or
dry or very dry.

In the west
it is usually so very dry
and sunny and eye-burning and wide
(Though in Montana they say big).

Big is all over
the license plates,
all over the horizon,
Like the tears of an outpouring of a god of a sky
Who let go all of the sorrows of Montana in
one long pounding cry,
The kind that brings relief
But leaves you empty afterwards for years.

Marlowe Daly has lived on or near many borders. She grew up in Michigan, where she still spends time every summer. She also lived in southern Arizona, 50 minutes north of the Mexican border. She currently lives on the Idaho side of the Snake River, but she often walks or bikes over to Washington. She teaches American literature and writing at Lewis-Clark State College in Lewiston, Idaho.


One thought on “It’s Raining in Kalispell by Marlowe Daly

  1. Ron. says:

    Seems like it’s always just either / or, doesn’t it? Not with this poem, though; this poem’s definitely poem. Good stuff.

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