Straight Into the Storm Drain: Maya Bernstein

May 6, 2020 Kate Belew with Maya Bernstein

The rain came down all morning a

restless release of pent up prayers pouring 

straight into the storm drain. Instead, I mean, 

that you and I confined are 

almost a comedy, but also, stillness is 

damp and deep. There’s so much life we’re afraid

to gather in our arms, but understanding 

you, drained, stormed, is my masked desire.

And so what happens in this drowning 

is the pattering at our windows as we gaze 

through them. Trying to untagle some wordless phrase. 

Trying to offer some unspoken praise.