To Be Alive Now, in This Moment of Constant Grief (2022) Devin Kelly I could say anything about the rain. How, when split & shorn into a thousand tiny droplets, it sounds like a finger run against a forehead. I could say something about the rain the night a husband talked to us three young men he called his boys about his wife, who called us her boys, & who had died months before, & who had died young. I could say I forgot the rain. It was out there, though, out there, where each streetlight burned a fresh hazel of gold around what seemed a thousand waterfalls suspended. I could say that, yes. & when the father turned to me & said you know something about poetry, right? I know I said yes. & when he began, his giggle a high octave just above grief, an octave, one could say, to cover grief, to recite from memory the Cummings poem he recites from memory each night as a prayer, I could say I felt what rain feels the moment it touches earth, which is to say like a warm bath stepping over & on & then all the way through you. Sometimes someone, instead of saying you wouldn'ts understand, assumes you do, & when they open their mouth, you can see the rose red of their heart. & so, when he opened his eyes, it was raining in the room where we sat, which was inside the rain outside, which was inside this thing we call the world, which was inside space, which was inside time, which is a sort of place where everything happens all at once. So I could say something about the rain then being the same rain that fell the day I went to see his wife dying, his wife who I called my second mom, who, when I saw her, was so small she could have slipped inside a pillowcase, who was there then, & who is here with us now, in this poem, & in the room where this poem exists, the way you, reading this, close your eyes at night sometimes to feel less alone, & the way you are less alone, in that world inside a world, that world where everything is all right because nothing has happened yet, & nothing still happens, even now, & now, & even now longer. --

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