Rain

And suddenly,
as though there is
a universal kindness,
the rain sings out
from the blacktops and gutters
that she has come back,
however briefly.

And so i am
out the door and into her,
my shirt still the inside-out of sleep,
getting drenched clean
in her spiky diamonds.

After so long
steeping in my lonesome sweat,
this falling sky smells of
all those incensed gods
that have reached down
and calmed my reckless brain.


by jerry gordon
9.7.10