The fresh icy rain stinging your bare arms,
Trickle.
The first downpour all summer and the streets are a-flood with silver reflections of dusky moonlight.
Fresh.
To the house you plan to forget
yet it seems so central to the plot right now.

Ground zero.
Swimming with vitality and at one with an element much larger than yourself.
The last drop.

Your body surrounded by water,
flowing, on another dimension,
in paradise, free to cross levels of comfort,
liberty.

An expression.