Wet metal drum

Washington coast

Washington coast

The sound of the rain came back last night, choking the corner gutter. The feeling when life pulls away in some irreversible moment, a large ship moving out from the dock and everyone running down to the end of it crying and waving goodbye, all the ropes undone, the sun going down, the figures on the ship outside doing the same, all waving but getting smaller, it may be the last time they’ll be that close. And then you watch the boat get smaller and the sound of the gulls fills in and it’s time to get back to whatever life there is next.

The rain made that sound like a metal drum, irregular beats. I went outside before bed just to be in it and listen to the ground percolating, no stars, a blanket of clouds. The dog smacks her lips, sighs. There’s been a million days like this it seems, we vector outside ourselves to the edges, the end of another season. I thought the sound of the kids in the morning was like springtime birds, sometimes vexing but you dread the day it goes quiet. Now it’s infrequent geese overhead, instead.

I put on a new record for my mom and said listen, this is one of my favorite songs. But you can’t make out anything the singer’s saying and it doesn’t matter, mom says it’s maybe better, you can imagine something for yourself. Some force came through her vocals and they recorded it and it’s still coming through me, like the echo of the waves in one of those hollowed out rocks, some queer, found music somewhere distant and unknown, better, that I can have it all to myself.

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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20 Responses to Wet metal drum

  1. Great ending thought, that the singer’s vibrations are still traveling and passing through the listener far away in time and space.

    Merry Christmas, Mr. Pearse & Family!

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  3. byebyebeer says:

    You nailed the holiday feeling in the first part with the ship parting scene. That’s what I heard anyway. Great piece.

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      Great! Glad you liked that Kristen. Here’s to blankies by the fire and twinkly lights. I’m working on this coffee here, still. Cheers, Kristen. Bill

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  4. ksbeth says:

    may those vibrations never stop – happy christmas )

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  5. rossmurray1 says:

    That first paragraph is just about perfect. The rest also. Enjoy your time with your kin, Bill. All the best.

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  6. Akuokuo says:

    So glad I found your blog! Fantastic!

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  7. I changed my mind. This is the best pic.

    What record? You can’t leave that out.

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