The ribbed black of the umbrella
is an argument for the existence of God,
that little shelter
we carry with us
and may forget
beside a chair
in a committee meeting
we did not especially want to attend.
What a beautiful word, "umbrella."
A shade to be opened.
Like a bat's wing, scalloped.
A drum head
beaten by the silver sticks
and I do not have mine,
and so the rain showers me.
Michael Chitwood teaches English at the University of North Carolina-Chapel Hill and has published eight collections of poetry. The poem "Here I Am, Lord" is from his book Poor-Mouth Jubilee.
In Chitwood's "Here I Am, Lord," the speaker considers his relationship with God and how faith, like an umbrella, is a protection often taken for granted. The poem's final image of the rain remains open to interpretation.
The following links are virtual breadcrumbs marking the 12 most recent pages you have visited in Bucknell.edu. If you want to remember a specific page forever click the pin in the top right corner and we will be sure not to replace it. Close this message.