David Capps is a philosophy professor at Western Connecticut State University. He is the author of three chapbooks: Poems from the First Voyage (The Nasiona Press, 2019), A Non-Grecian Non-Urn (Yavanika Press, 2019), and Colossi (Kelsay Books, 2020). He lives in New Haven, CT. Rain on the Tower TrailThe rain’s falling is eternal, its eyes spread
over the sky’s once-open meadows move beyond dreams, to know the grey rooftop clatter, the hail-fist rattle on asphalt shingle, the keys jangle to the Kingdom here on Earth: pure, clear, visible. The many eyes seeping through loose gravel, the many eyes prying at gaps between the clouds, which if you are yet awake listen as your breathing collects cicadas branch by branch unnoticed, with a gentle downwardness. If you are asleep, if you are a child walking the Tower Trail and it has started raining: there is no more time to scramble, to ask whether the tower is really a castle, to ask whether there is a King and Queen, to ask whether an unseen castle could be real, whether reality could mean abandonment.
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