Rain

Somewhere near here

this chilly unthinking rain

patters Spring flowers

painting a respectful gloss.

I’m amazed not at this

beautifully friendly act,

but at my own reporting:

in my grey city the same rain

rhythms neurosis.

My rain breaks the interconnecting web

of sun and luck, batters me awake,

needles me to sleep,

sabotaging the geometry I’ve spun.