11/18
Sonnets From Other Lives: Sigg

& so once again the rains have come
to the coast of Oregon. This isn’t news.
He pushes back his chair—the chapter done—
& looks around for something else to do.
The morning’s downpour settles into mist.
He calls the dog—deciding on a walk.
To spark his lazy plot into a twist
he’ll listen to his protagonist talk
as he hikes between the halls of dripping cedar
& spruce to make his way down to the sea.
If the story tells itself he’ll take a breather
from all his anxious over-editing.
The tide is high. The ocean has its say.
He listens closely as it ebbs away