For an hour we walk seduced
and aimless absorb
how the rain sheets billow then cave
the billow my suspension over
a plane variant of cement
version at our feet.

2.
Thunderless without you slope
my edge to rail
wind and mist in cables
Tires slush us careless over
dividing line
Not the same as wave laps
but as overlap
Another lane moors us
to ascension

3.
Droplets bell us to harbor view
river down skin and sail

and sail past and back
as though fingers rigged were gravity

4.
As though a motion other
than touching
speaks a word

As if our being here is not
to tessellate