Rain by Pris Campbell


This man with the midnight eyes,
smile to kindle a thousand stars,
walks Cairo’s milling streets,
wife’s heart in his pocket.

He wants to tell her the sand is thick
in the air today, blown in like fog
from where the pyramids stand guard.
The sand irritated his lungs,
makes him cough.

He wants to come home and find
a cup of her tea waiting, some basbousa.
He wants to tell her he’s doing his best
to keep their children and the children
of their children safe, even when his body
is limp with fatigue, his mind troubled.

Morning comes and he wakes
to a light rainfall, the only one
they will have that year.
At first he thinks it’s his tears,
weeping over what has been lost.

Outside, the clang of the can man begins,
rattling the street at dawn.
At least the sand will clear, he tells himself.
At least I will be given that.

img_2555The poems of Pris Campbell have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including PoetsArtists, Rusty Truck, Bicycle Review, Chiron Review, and Outlaw Poetry Network. The Small Press has published eight collections of her poetry and Clemson University Press a collaboration with Scott Owens. When The Wolves Come After You, with Michael Parker, from Goss Publications and Squalls on the Horizon, a book of tanka, from Nixes Mate and My Southern Childhood are her most recent small press books. A former Clinical Psychologist, sailor and bicyclist until sidelined by ME/CFS in 1990, she makes her home in the Greater West Palm Beach, Florida, with her husband.

11 Replies to “Rain by Pris Campbell”

  1. Dear Pris, you have honored my life story and revived my heart’s tears that you heartly shared with me over the years..I wish I manage English enough to express my gratitude.

  2. Another great poem from Pris Campbell. I went to Egypt when I was much younger, and I know a little something about the Cairo rain. But even so, there is something universal about this poem. Stories from the heart transcend time and place, I think everyone can relate to the shedding of tears because of loss. In some ways that is the real Cairo rain here. Good job.

  3. Pris, you already know how much I admire your poetry; this poem is well up there with the best, given the added heartfelt element!

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