I Believe We Write God's Mistakes

For years I have watched the rain

run beads down many, many things—

Today I watched one drop

Run so electric

down her chest

I saw

animals

2x2,

crowd her on the deck—

On the couch,

before the fog,

the lamp left,

rainbowed our light

to the right,

and

she will come in from her smoke,

and tell me:

time was written like that.