I will not write now about what is happening, it is too much, too soon.
Alone in the house, reading, I looked out the window and saw brilliant sunlight
, and a tropical downpour
. I thought perhaps someone was filming
across the street, and needed to fabricate rain
, but as I stepped outside I realized that it wasn't some studio construct
, that the sky was falling
from clouds I couldn't see.
And in the moments it took to run back inside to get my cigarettes, and make it back out the door to walk somewhere
, it had stopped. Slick pavement and confused, drenched pedestrians
were the only evidence it had happened at all.
Even these things are fleeting
beyond my ability to touch.