ink on rainwater

words
are magnetic i let
them hold me intact
watching inspiration kick
its heels, dirt crumbling on
the page
rain abruptly
makes her entrance
she pours vigor in a way that arranges
my eyes inside out my limbs
twisted i sink into the puddles my heart dispersed i am
earth i am the loose soil sliding
like ink
staining the white paper a wilting
russet rose
my hands mud cake the words 'til i soak
the book full of
rainwater, dirty swollen poetry
bursting at the seams
i breathe in broken
syllables (it's
eligible).