Noah’s Ark

Today in Rochester, again,
 there is a lake shore flood warning

My daughter takes her Graduate Record Exam
outside of Boston this afternoon

I am wearing her grey sweater
under my yellow slicker

The rain is a steamy chill
vaping her smell from the sweater fibers

When she was in third grade 
I wrote her essay with her, word by word

That teacher, in weighty disapproval,
sparked the genesis of her fierce independence

Two by two by the grace of the universe
we find our way to the ark