Every week day afternoon I go to a middle school to pick up my granddaughter. I wait in the car rider line for about a half an hour, and in order to pass time, I have been reading my ragged paperbook of Elizabeth Bishop’s poems. My goodness I had forgotten how skilled she was! I particularly love her objective perspectives. She looks deeply into a thing and sees so many details. She is unafraid to use a variety of forms. I love her musicality, her internal rhymes, alliteration, and assonance. Elizabeth Bishop’s work exerts a strong influence on “Sonnet for Car Riders.”
Sonnet for Car Riders
Drops of rain on the windshield glisten
With sunlight smeared through clouds. I listen
To colors, smoke gray tassels in wind.
West to east bloated clouds send
Sliced light across blue sky,
Moon slivers of sky, ribbons of sky.
Shifting shapes yield to wind and sun.
Gray clouds toss marbles as they run
Like children, tied to changing seasons.
They run without searching for reasons
To spill marbles on my windshield.
The drops run down, distort the field.
Children run, slice light and fly,
Holding backpacks high to stay dry.
February 7, 2024