January 21, 2014


In the night,
I could swear
the sprinklers
are really rain,
falling hard
before fading away,
then coming on
so strong again.

Like you,
first one thing,
then another,
leaving me wondering
whose dry cup
you fill somewhere,
what memories
with someone else
you're going to share,
what the weather 
is really like, 
way out there.