You Soak Both Hands The Way This Puddle
You soak both hands the way this puddle
learned nothing from the mad, dived
head first to find a home in this world
̶ it was a warm rain, filled
with the helplessness still looking back
at how during the war every plane
was baptized, given a name
so everything you say facing down
makes room in your throat
as the opening words
someone who loves you will hear
in front your grave and stay.