Rain

          Bobby flew out from his body

                 on Nine Mile Hill.

          You could say it was a Navajo semi

                 careening down the earth

          or his wife, pregnant and drunk

                 who caused his lick of death

          But what captured him was a light in the river

                 folding open and open

          blood, heart and stones

                 shimmering like the Milky Way.

          And then it rained.

          What went down sucked the current,

          took hold.

          Now southern California falls into the ocean.

          Now Phoenix struggles under water.

          Something has been let loose in rain;

          it is teaching us to love.