A Quiet Walking

I walked home in the quiet rain
like dust, though wet
falling gently in the empty light of nine o’clock

Darkness
starless night predicts rain
though only a forty-percent shower
these fluorescent streetlights
silence

Between shadows
I trace formless silhouettes making love
tireless
uninhibited
though I pretend to know an age

There in the treeless skyline
a light alone
soil hermitage
ponder the existence of a light
of a solitary existence
breathing
awake too late at night

Rolling over
there must certainly be a proper way to do this
sowing clouds
the light silent mist of steamy summer rain

I listened to the grating sounds of my footsteps
disturb the night
the first shower in an ageless summer.