Flood

ro6yn:

It is strange to think

that tonight

we are hearing the same rain,

that these thick,

grey

clouds

hang low,

but water the same ground,

that the gently churning weather

spans fields and lakes between

as easily as a midnight breath

through my window screen.

On my knees,

I fold a paper boat

from headline news,

I pray for a flood,

and sails

that send me to you.