Under wind and rain
that sweeps in from the left,
wind and rain that charges
everything, that shakes
closed doors and lifts
open doors from hinges,
(impostor!) who first charms
like the sweet breeze
that made Elijah famous,
soft as a shiver, disarming
the looming, angry trees,
that soon claims us,
takes chances, a whirl-
wind, like Job’s caustic
God, mighty shameless
saver of the wide world,
God, the comic, cosmic
shaker-upper of our losses,
who picks up that coin (us)
yeah, picks us up and flips
us, heads we win, tosses
us again into the pond, finds
us (God’s joke) in a fish’s
mouth, under wind and a rain-
pocked pool, a water-mine
of eternal circles: so, so rich.
Johanna Caton, O.S.B, is a Benedictine nun of Minster Abbey, in Kent, England. Her poems have appeared in The Christian Century, St Austin Review, Ekphrastic Review, Amethyst Review, One Art, Today’s American Catholic, Fathom, Fare Forward, Windhover, The Catholic Poetry Room, and other publications. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee.
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