THIS MUCH IS CERTAIN
By morning I’m back on the wagon.
It’s red of course, with rust around
the axles and fake chrome. Outside
the rain takes over. Not cold enough
to freeze or even ice, I long
to see my breath. By noon, I will
be in love again. And the streets
will still be black with rain.
Author’s Comment: With a gentle nod to William Carlos Williams.
Bio: Jim Zola has worked in a warehouse, as a security guard, in a bookstore, as a teacher for Deaf children, as a toy designer for Fisher Price, and currently as a children’s librarian. Published in many journals through the years, his publications include a chapbook — The One Hundred Bones of Weather (Blue Pitcher Press) — and a full length poetry collection — What Glorious Possibilities (Aldrich Press). He has poems coming out in Aberration Labyrinth, Better Than Starbucks, Algebra of Owls and Rat’s Ass Review. He currently lives in Greensboro, NC.