Poem: The Life of Umbrellas by Rachel Dacus

The Life of Umbrellas

I want to live the life of umbrellas,
full of sudden openings, of stealth and travel.

To sometimes fold my bat wing heart away
and reach over your head
to close you in a bubble.
On the path across the Ponte Vecchio 
in light drizzle, I would parasail you, keeping out 
the scorch of a moghul-arched cloud,

the rattle of a strong gust. I might turn 
inside out, becoming the reverse 
of myself, and you could follow,
unsuiting as fast as gypsy fingers
find a pocket on a March day 
in a square dotted with drops.

by Rachel Dacus

Courtesy of Gumball Poetry   

Artwork by Claudio Parentela