notice change in the air pressure, a low
draws my heat clouds as angels descend
a downpour leaves no part of me untouched,
it turn me over as it releases the shoulders
works a diagonal across legs, shifts, soaks,
every inch tapped, eyelid or midback equal
indifference professional intimate masterful
there’s no sense in running or walking faster
the water and skin are drinking each other,
in a shop people comment on my getting caught
and I only grin and a clerk asks if I want a towel
I decline, drip my payment on the counter, return
to the storm, away from shadows under eaves
mind snaps to how you answered the phone,
– oh, (voice down an octave) I was just in the
shower. I’m here in my towel
excuse me that was my jaw- I mean phone
drop — lost grip for a minute and then the rain
sprays an angle of cold across my chest
intensity of stroking speed and I realize
waves of wind changing tempo, density,
making wet — what I already thought was,
deep current of oceanic chest has warmed the surface
new rivulets from partline down neck layer temperatures,
lashing droplets won’t permit thoughts straying
inside the wall of now there is no distinction
between the rain and me. snow suddenly seems
only a medium, for all its weight, polite
the streets are empty, cars pull over; no visibility.
Who needs all the senses — just one fills.
