"

I am raining and raining
and raining some more.

I want
the sky to open onto us.

I want it to spill its dark matter and its
white matter and its yellow matter
and its landfills. I want it to rain suns
onto our parade. I want it to
love us so much that it is willing
to turn us into heat,
rising.

And in preparation we can rebuild Noah’s ark
from your ribs. We can paddle out to sea with my
wings so that we can get another chance
to rename all these animals. You be Adam.
I’ll be Eve.

I find a white dove and
attach my heart against her sleeve, but
forty days has passed, and still
there is no sign of life.

Where is my asteroid. Where is my
comet?

Where is the light that I was
promised,

so bright
that we will all look up and smile,
thinking that after all this time,
we’re being saved
after all.

"

" And you’ll always love me won’t you?”
“Yes.”
“And the rain won’t make any difference?”
“No. "

" The thing that is most hardest to accept about the passage of time is that the people who once mattered the most wind up in parentheses. "

" You’re under no obligation to be the same person you were five minutes ago. "

" the guilded phaloi of the crocusses
are thrusting at the spring air
here is there naught of dead gods
but a procession of festival
a procession giulio romano
fit for your spirit to dwell in
dione your nights are upon us
the dew is upon the leaf
the night about us is restless "