Pay attention to the sparks!

Rain splay
across my window
light stained gray
with trees hung low
muted bare in their shallow sway
roots asunder beneath neglected snow
I’d do anything to be in the know.

The water, cloud given, engulfing, alone

sticks to the glass

If I looked at it under a microscope it would glisten

orbit around, translucent, reflective, a swimming pool of nature’s desire

If I looked at it from my bedroom window it would glisten

spin about, transparent, porous, a swimming hole of nature’s desire.

That the light drops catch light in so many ways is meaningful

the sparks are for the sun and for our thoughts

our progression, our nature

the way we can and may and maybe should conceive of the world

the ways it could be, all suspended in the little light that drops from the clouds to our feet

with our eyes the interpreter of the brief glimpse of

god’s will.