under the summer rain
i stood transfixed,
gazing at the sky falling
into my cup
and everywhere around me,
aware of all the spaces
that continuously frayed
like the hem of my jeans
lined with dreams.
i sense the collision of verb tenses
in the dampness of the ground,
sense a pregnant universe
in the buoyancy of the grass.
and then i wonder
if my coffee tastes like rain.
