I crossed Dallas twice in one night.
Sometimes strange things happen
like Dallas in the middle of California
and my stride stretching across state lines,
like that night the rain
pounded its tiny fists against the windshield
at the height of midnight
It made no sense
to see the rain lose its muster,
and all it took was one degree
such a delicate balance...
there is Laminin
and one misappropriation of the chain
will cause our structure to fold.
In all that is unknown
outside the norm
as if ever there was such a thing...
there is this glue that keeps us
that a silent rain
is not an oddity at all.
It's just snow.