Whitman, you heard the rain as I hear it now,
Did you not?
I lay and I listen,
And I think of you—
I think of how you thought of me;
How you listened to the waves
Lap against the ferry as you crossed that day
In Brooklyn;
How you felt the sea mist against your skin,
And the sun upon your face.
I feel them too.
I feel the pulse within me,
The constant beat beneath my chest.
You felt it too, did you not?
The rain pours harder, faster
In waves against my roof.
It sounds as a constant roll of thunder.
I think of the grass
Drinking life from its stores,
And your song plays out within me.
June 28, 2021