S. Qiouyi Lu


leaves drip dew as fog veils distant peaks
rivers sound while mud squelches underfoot
I squeeze 15 ml of precipitation in a vial
it is still nameless, but I call it 'rain'
all skin must be covered in case of poison
I hear pitter-patter but feel only tremors
I yearn to lift my mask, taste this liquid
for if it looks like home I should be safe

S. Qiouyi Lu left the fires of Southern California for the rain of the Midwest. You can visit their site or follow them on Twitter at @sqiouyilu. This is their first poetry sale.