Poem, October 2018
Retreat to the House

It rained the whole time.
We had gone far to get out and away, to get in the house

just as the sun set over

The rain came at dark,
we were sleeping when it came.

We were on the docks when it left and it was night again.
Kai took off his hood; I had none; we were outside.

The music from a few hours ago—so far away.
We were outside of our lives then, too,

drunk and rhythmic, deep,
deep in rhythm, nothing and nowhere to hide