they are a hundred thousand reasons,
these raindrops that claw their way through the sky, rushing just to
smash apart against this cement patio like the thunder claps
that detonate against these village walls.

a hundred thousand tiny, insignificant
fractions
of some colossal memory,
fragments
of a life we left behind in the crumpled sheets,
the lights dimmed, sweat and tears -
we slept damp and alone, pressed up against each other.

once a dove, cleaved from its flock,
flew in through my bedroom window,
lost and scared...
so i locked the door behind me and
hoped it would find its
way