...and the soft rain's irregular patter
convinces me that the night is still young

I am caught in-between 

the droplets

and near

         is the only sound in the dark

is me
in the dark

a collar up keeps me warm 
and a blanket overhead keeps out
the shiver

I'm a child 
             in a tent
      a reveler
in the storm

cool water sprays
my forehead - and I am blessed


immortally timeless
morally tireless

relentless in the pursuit
of the hum of the now

cc: Chagall '22