if an inner landscape

rocking chair left in the rain

(if an inner landscape an inner deluge)

bed frame left in the rain

hillside specked with peasants walking their fields for luck

           the more the (blank) (inside)

the vaster the

                       branches of the fallen tree

full of grackles

what floats away

you knew ‘the shadow in the trunk was raving’

grandma’s china left in the rain

who is thunder in you

                                   after the flash

who counts the seconds

feel the dropping pressure like somebody constantly arriving