We are standing next to a long, straight-flowing river
where brown bears like to come and catch fish.
And Billy is there, small as ever, enjoying
the tickly feel of the raindrops bouncing off of him.
“Oh good!” my son says, with sudden realization.
“Steve will be there this afternoon.” Steve is older
and bigger than Billy, much bigger. And there is some relationship
between Billy and Steve, but it’s not entirely clear what that is,
because they do not live on the same street. But Kingston
being the way it is, they likely have family ties of some sort.
And when I go pick up my son at the after-school program
after this rainy day, I will have to be careful not to park the car too close
to Steve, or my feet will get wet, because Steve is an awfully large
puddle in the driveway of the YMCA, and the kids greet him
sometimes when they get off the bus. He is always there in the rain.
And Billy is a small pothole around the corner from our house,
and when it rains, water fills him up to the brim. The bears who fish
in the river of rain running along the curb are large and fluffy
and sleep in my son’s bed. And that’s what it’s like on a rainy day
with a small boy at your side.
Meg Freer grew up in Missoula, Montana and now lives with her family in Kingston, Ontario where she teaches piano and enjoys running and photography. She began writing poetry in Fall 2015 and has since won a few awards from the Ontario Poetry Society. Some of her poems have been selected for publication in chapbooks as well as in print and online anthologies.