Wriggling of Rain

You visit me

in the deafness of winter,

as if the sound of spring

Cannot be heard,

yet here you are

To remind me of your voice,

with your pageantry of patterning

Your intention, with your song of renewal

Crawling here on my glass

While the wiggling of rain persists

behind the glass,

Winter outstretched for days

on my weather app

Yet You swirl the edges

where my warm lips have kissed

To bring the rain in

To bring into my belly the lifeblood

Even in winter, the renewal of spring

You stay with me through the afternoon

Tenuously, delicately, tenaciously

you creep the circle, looping

to return again and again

Surrounding my well of rain,

surrounding me

in an intimacy of proximity

Making me wonder

if friendship is just this,

this simplicity—

Showing up in the rain, singing, swirling

on the edges of uncomfortable

In persistence of a winter afternoon

While the wriggling of rain

behind the glass

While the well of rain

inside the glass

While the lifeblood of renewal

persists for both of us,

Even in winter,

As we witness together

Our wriggling

Our proximity,

Our commitment,

In the deafness of winter rain

We may not hear each other

We may not be comfortable

We may not see how this will end

Yet we know the well of renewal;

Our friendship’s intimacy

lies in our return, again and again

Showing up for each other

On the rim, wriggling in the rain

Together we bring the rain in—

Filling our shared well