Jersey Rain by gregg chadwickVia Flickr:Gregg Chadwick 30"x40" oil on linen 2015 Inspired by Robert Pinsky and Robert Chadwick JERSEY RAIN by Robert Pinsky Now near the end of the middle stretch of roadWhat have I learned? Some earthly wiles. An art.That often I cannot tell good fortune from bad,That once had seemed so easy to tell apart. The source of art and woe aslant in windDissolves or nourishes everything it touches.What roadbank gullies and ruts it doesn’t mendIt carves the deeper, boiling tawny in ditches. It spends itself regardless into the ocean.It stains and scours and makes things dark or bright:Sweat of the moon, a shroud of benediction,The chilly liquefaction of day to night, The Jersey rain, my rain, soaks all as one:It smites Metuchen, Rahway, Saddle River,Fair Haven, Newark, Little Silver, Bayonne.I feel it churning even in fair weather To craze distinction, dry the same as wet.In ripples of heat the August drought still feedsVapors in the sky that swell to smite the state –The Jersey rain, my rain, in streams and beads Of indissoluble grudge and aspiration:Original milk, replenisher of grief,Descending destroyer, arrowed source of passion,Silver and black, executioner, font of life.