Poetry

Rain on Cabrillo by Mark Tulin

I pull over on Cabrillo
to watch the rain
through my car window,

a blur of swaying palm trees
and cloud-burst windy skies,
an impression by chance,
an engraving on a wet afternoon
into a waterfall of glory.

Pouring rain is a haze of simplicity,
subdued and opulent,
channeling liquid energy
into one narrow moment
of youth and purity.

 

Previously published at The Local Train Magazine.

Freelance writer, poet, yogi and photographer from Santa Barbara, California. I write and take pictures about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching years in California. The things that move me may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry, pictures and stories resonate with you.

9 comments on “Rain on Cabrillo by Mark Tulin

  1. Beautiful imagery; stunning.

  2. I love this poem Mark, there is something about the rain that I find so enjoyable……….the sound, the display of movement and I never thought about it until I read your poem, but I also tend to use this time to reflect.

  3. Simply beautiful and peaceful!

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