As/Is







7.06.2006


Poem

If the rain thinks
that this is an emergency,
can we organize it
into something like speech?


*
Never a mountain wanted
over rain,
its formlessness is a
repetition tho
of what no one is quite
sure.

*
Nothing can sleep like the
rain, whose irony is never
quite far behind.
Each drop an
erasure of what
comes before.

*
If the rain is an abstraction
then each of its bodies
rise, perilously, in black and
white. Drifting. Breathing.

*
The rain is a door
that opens, and closes
like an eyelid straining
to watch,
against sleep,
its first opening.