ACCOUNT OF MY DAYS
Sequence: 3
LUCKY FOR NOW
I slept but all night in the constant rain
some were wakeful at their windows
looking out in the thick of dark and water
to see of course nothing but calling up
a vision of those loved but far away
old opinion says separation is worse than death
since death comes to all and once come never goes
but parting comes randomly like rain or bad luck
and randomly ends for some so we are teased by hope
who am I to argue? being only lucky for now
and in my dark too though I sleep faces
and bodies are present to a part of me that can see
through unconsciousness and murk that can hear
voices in the steady static of rain call my name