Boy in the Rain
There is a boy out there in the rain.
I see him sometimes out there behind the trees.
I look and there he is.
It seems he has been standing there for some time.
He looks up into the rain
and I see dark birds wheeling up there.
Their cry comes to me
and I look back and he is gone.
I feel the rain on the nape of my neck
and I realize that I am crouching there among the roots
staring at the sky in a puddle –
the sky deep in the splashing rain.