You Don’t Have to Answer

What if every drop
of rain needs the patch

of sidewalk
where it lands? Every sky

needs cumulous to fill it? I need
the umbrella

that needs the raindrops
to shape the wet arch

overhead. We are all
here because I put

us here. I need
here and us

and this poem
to put things in.

What does the poem need? Or
do you

need the poem? The umbrella
knows you need the poems.

Filed under Poetry

Pamela Hobart Carter loves Seattle as much for its water and mountains as for its bustle and creativity. She explores the Emerald City daily while walking her dog. Carter used to be a teacher who wrote on the side. Now she is a writer who teaches on the side.