The rain fell and I stood dry
Under a tree
Two ducks chattered angrily
At the leavened sky
Until the rain had to stop
They dove their faces into the heavens beneath
Feeding themselves not God
I began to see
What I’d been missing
All this time
Two fine feathered butts
Attached to a world
Named
Me
Softly I chattered the world away
pressing fingerprint to keyboard
light streaming in muted from blinds drawn,
the sound of crows distant and calling,
insistently noisy,
devilish bird would wish my
withdrawing to draw me outside
under a full moon hidden now by daylight.