My cousin visited me from Seattle today
it’s been 3 years since we met last
we went to Vietnam together
he as a returning soldier
me as an adventurer and business person.
We had coffee and talked at my regular
restaurant on third avenue and east 33rd.
Our eyes took comfort in each others.
We caught up since Vietnam.
Much had changed
much had remained the same
most had changed.
The coffee was good and strong
and we talked shallow and deep
mostly deep and towards the end
our souls are not hidden from each other.
That would not be possible.
We left into the cover of light rain.
Michael went towards Park Avenue
to catch the uptown 6 train and I
just walked around the corner and home.
We hugged on the corner of 32nd
and 3rd then he said “I love you” and
I said that ” I love you too”.
We planned to meet again tomorrow
to bum around the streets on Manhattan.
I had to adjust to being alone in my apartment
on the 11th floor after this so I went out
on the terrace just as the rain got thicker
and webs of lightening threatened the Chrysler building.
Rain looks different from the 11th floor as it
does from the ground. You see it falling from above
as contrast against an array of colored brick and glass.
Today’s late day rain was light and steady and never
reached the “down pour” state. As Looked up
it was gentle and soft, more like small snow flakes than
rain droplets; motherly sprayed like a baby’s first shower.
A few more electric shots and a mix of every kind of cloud.
A strange mishmosh of weather. To the west the clouds
broke and sun projected an island wide rainbow against
the dark cloud screen to the east, over the river.
The treat of colors shown for just minutes before
the sun retreated and then the grey clouds were just
a blank screen again.
I remained to watch the end of the show after the climax
hoping that another miracle over manhattan might occur
but was content to see the hole thing blow over.
But I did see the nights of the Chrysler building flip on
like the light after a dark movie end in a theater.
Now the sky is blue and the sun is setting.
My cousin will be here tomorrow morning.
©2016 Michael Domino