Rain Shadow
A poem
Of a billion suns
We are the actinic focus
Of just one
We are confident it is our only lens
The weather strengthens towards the invisible
We keep saying we are not sure
It is not yet understood
We are not there yet
As if we will someday arrive
At a purpose
I do not collect the same things that you do
I carry a frictionless black knife
Because gravity makes it rain here and
The glisten of a wet knife will be the first thing you see
I never quite knew you
Maybe I was close
To yet another road that was always under construction
And led to nowhere in particular,
Where it is always raining
Fire happens constantly on this Earth
You see the black charred bodies of things
Of animals, of rocks suspended in air
Maybe on some other Earth
They use the skin of fish to heal
The third degree burns on our arms
Our dark hearts will only beat
As long as we pursue the conscious prey
Over and over again
The silent robots align themselves in the sub-basement
They are happy to wait for us
They would like to protect us, do give us directions
To make us helpless and frustrated
That we can’t know everything
Or even just one thing
Like exactly when it will rain
