I can hear the rain
not in the natural
but through structure
not just being
but battering against
being known
I watch technology flicker
trying to bear up, a slipping grip
shivering response to sirens
and a quickening draft
There must be a puddle
in the street below
every tire makes a wet announcement
next door a baby cries
All of us wondering
none of us knowing
when our own devices
will be the light.
