the other night the rain on the roof
didn't make me anxious
as it has since the flood
a decade ago
and for a long time
i lay awake
and the rain on the roof
was as it was
most of my life, my life before.
the other night there was
the dear dog curled by my knees
and the dear child curled at my side
and there was their breathing
and their hearts
beating
and the dear child and the dear dog
and the rain on the roof
and all our breathing
and all our hearts simply
beating
worked a spell
with this dreamy, drowsy chant:
it gets
no better
no better
no better
than this.
--Zann Carter 04.16.09
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