A Love Poem

Sometimes when I'm back here
back where is technically home,
on especially cloudy days
I imagine I'm back.
Back up north.
And the only reason I can't see the mountains,
is because the clouds are hanging low
and wrapping their bodies around the foothills.
The air here is too dense
and it doesn't always work -
but sometimes,
for a split second,
I look west
and see clouds
and imagine the bodies of giants behind them
and imagine the air thin and cold and dry
and imagine I can hear the pitter of a summer rain,
that always sweeps in the afternoon.

Riley Welch