In Water, the Dark, and Sky

 It’s in the water, faith, the drops drizzled on my head as an infant, and then later, climbing into the plastic pool, people with candles surrounding me. And it’s in the dark, in my bed, the secret bond I made with Not I late one night, the private invitation, Please come into my heart. And it’s in the high desert sky, a bowl blue as an upside down sea, lifting my hands up, asking. It’s in a single word, help, and the rain starts falling down and washing me clean.