With the rain comes the roar of machinery (kissing)
with the rain comes the look out from my eye (human)
that I am standing in it
and each drop on my skin
the way it touches me awake into the night.
The rain in the night acts like a midwife.
The rain in the night lets out a cry.
It says “Good morning human.
With each drop on your skin
unexpectedly the flood and you are tied.”
The water pouring through the world revealing
sogginess and mold and mountain ice
bad traffic in grey rain
my wild mansion brain
all being kissed awake, allowed no place to hide
from the roaring flood, the surge of food and beverage
(through me)
trying to lie down in the ditch and spend the night
the feeling on your face
just before the dawn, the rain
and then the dawn, and then the going into life