Coming Down:
Rain.

Our neighbor is playing 
classic rock, 

a song
about cool…

cool rain.

A cardinal 
in the ginkgo tree calls,
tastes the rain.

All of life 
a downpour 
about me, I am lost 
as preordained,
in the rain. 

I am rain.

I am the scent
after rain,
the petrichor. 

The dew about
the petal, 
before rain.

Moonlight, 
peeking out…
a dream of rain.

I lie beside you, 
fall through 
your gravity,

You slide 
on your side 
to face me, up
on bent-arm,

You tap my forehead 
with your finger,
you ask,
What’s it like inside?

I whisper,
Rain.

cc: Chagall