The rain pours through the hole in our roof
loud and unruly
like pebbles flung by a kid
we put towels down
which is as effective
as blocking lava
with Kleenex
the blade of sky above our floor
grey and cold
looks so out of place
like that time I surprised a raccoon
in the kitchen
I try to think anthropologically
about teepees and caves
about the benefits of all this freshness
to my soul
or my skin
but it’s drafty up here
so I go downstairs to make tea
compelled suddenly to organize our cutlery drawer
humming away in my dry gypsum den.