I wake all of a sudden in the dark.
Sunday morning. Soon I’ll get
to work and put my hands on wood, saw
and glue. I lie blinking into
dusty black and hear outside
rushes of plummeting rain hammering
windows, tiles, freshening surfaces
like when lying half awake
heavy drops drip and splash
meeting and eventually running
downhill into trickle, river, sea.
Mortise and tenon include, uphold
and I join water roaring forwards
back into a dream of night.