I'm Sorry. What did you Say?

What.
What did I
say?

That's not
what I'm talking
about

What.
What did
I say?

Let me put it
another way
then.

When you read;
is it for understanding?
Do you hope for

meaning?

Let me put it,
another way.
Let me try,

again.

(What were we
talking
about)

How long have
we've been
talking

I wanted to say
Let's talk about;
remember

How long;
we've been
together

What.
What did I
say

Rain: Detroit

look out the window
through glass that is
100 years old;
hard and so clear

every swirl, pit
and bend makes the
City a colorless
kaleidoscope

too much coffee;
was a pot full
of Hope
on the stove.

this work must be done
Thy Will be done
slanting, pouring Rain
long raindrops follow

each other into the ground
like a train,
vanishing into
the distance

jacket is already
heavy and cold;
shoes now loose.
balding head now

apparent.

Rain not of this clime,
coming counter-clockwise
from the east.
created on the far side

of the Tropic of Cancer
Father Africa &
Mother Atlantic
rain falling in Detroit:

conceived
in
another
hemisphere

cold runny nose,
and the squish-squash and
occasional squeak
of numb feet in your shoes

sounds like sex;
and you laugh.
and your throat
hurts.

Internet-less pornography
and you cough.
sounds like intercourse,
sure

no warmth;
not a moan of pleasure. No
taste? taste the bitter rain,
all that is seen is hard;

the pavement. the city

but you reach
where you set off for,
so long ago
this morning.

they hand you
a dry towel;
pressing it to your eyes;
you can feel the warm

hands of God on your face

Breath

Speak the Truth and
you're talking to God
"Truth be told", she said.
Breathe the Breath of

God.

Peace blows your hair
back, as the kind Westerly
breeze Will,
at Sunset.