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