Poem-a-Day - "Oakland in Rain" by Aria Aber

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September 22, 2023 

Oakland in Rain

Aria Aber

Years before ever seeing California, I wrote a story titled “Oakland in Rain.” 
Rain served as an easy metaphor for the unexpected in a place 

known for abundance, and it provided a texture of melancholy. 
The nameless protagonistan exiled drunk who was, 

of course, a thinly veiled version of myself 
had lost her mind and believed the weather communicated with her: 

rain meant soberness, that she had been absolved of some sort of punishment. 
Plagued by her wild inner life, I imagined her wandering the city, 

intent on getting lost in the Catholic cemeteries, where she took note  
of lemons in the wet grass (an offering?), the sky, a hawk on a tree. 

But no matter where she went, nothing was ever quiet enough. 
Despite my best efforts, the narrative was bleak; 

it lacked tension and a convincing resolution. 
Now, why am I telling you all this? Well, one day I woke up 

and it had been raining in the Oakland of my actual life. 
Outside my window, the cottonwood trees looked like the day before, 

but drops of water covered the few dead leaves that hadn’t fallen 
all the way down and were caught between branches. 

It felt foolish to consider my fate, the idea of premonition. 
Still, I put on my red coat and walked up the hill to the cemetery. 

As if I had invented it, there were lemons in the grass, palm trees 
with browned leaves. Walking there, between the gravestones of strangers, 

a runner passed me, and a family who had come to bring flowers, 
their faces animated, ruddy from the cold. And my life, I understood,  

was just like their livesmarked by ordinary rituals, exercise,  
and theories about the body. Nothing was as opulent as I had imagined it 

back then, but just as I had needed itthe meaning of it all cold  
and very still, like a marble pedestal engraved with an ancient, simple fact.

Copyright © 2023 by Aria Aber. Originally published in Poem-a-Day on September 22, 2023, by the Academy of American Poets. 

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“This poem is inspired by Noah Warren’s The Complete Stories (Copper Canyon, 2021), which wonderfully transforms failed fictions into perfect poems. I wrote this poem while living in a tiny studio apartment in Oakland, where I had a desk looking out onto a courtyard of trees. I was reading all the time, and having all kinds of realizations, but the amazement that such private epiphanies produce in the mind was haunted by something else: grief. Death was everywhere.”
—Aria Aber

Aria Aber

Aria Aber is the author of the novel Good Girl (Hogarth, 2025) and the poetry collection Hard Damage (University of Nebraska Press, 2019). The recipient, among other honors, of a Wallace Stegner Fellowship and a 2020 Whiting Award, she lives in Los Angeles.  


Hard Damage
Hard Damage
(University of Nebraska Press, 2019)

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