Rain Gates

Wait for the water to sheet from the gutter
Right above the door and from the patio umbrella.

Wait for the rain gates to become sheer and solid.

We will walk from one water to another,
From air to ocean to the breath of stars.

Wait for the water. Wait for me.

While the door is open and the rain is pouring
While the water comes from a place I can't remember

Wait with me, here by our door.

Can you imagine the place where nothing
Becomes pressure, becomes liquid, becomes solid?

Wait for the gift in the darkness.

Open the back door and sit on this towel
Let the water fall on your face, your shoulders

Wait for it to recognize you.

Your skin, the pulse of your heart, and the tears
Near your eyes. Breathe along the canals and channels.

Wait for the water.

We will walk from the house into the universe
Through a door sheer and solid, heavy and wet.