i
all according to
plan—including the driving
rain up Storey to
Low Street to Parker
and the train station, poncho
riding up and soaking
shorts et cetera
(my bus tickets a second
time) now gliding past
marshes soaked with tide
and the bajareque, the
rain having yielded.
ii
still unclear on what
all the rain means—this perfect
symmetry of storms:
maybe limina,
maybe chance, but i hope i
do not lapse wholly.
iii
how can i describe
the night yesterday? i had
many disturbed dreams
despite the pure calm
of the night (or half night; i
went to bed at just
9:30, when the
margin of the sky was
still strawberry white.
iv
i spoke to Mary
Theotokos in the dark
chapel, knowing eyes
and kind, then saw the
last lovely steam of a long
day evaporate.
v
i hope the dreams were
frustrated footfalls of some
enemies leaving.
