One night in Singapore.
Rainy Night
Falling rain, cloaking blanket,
no one is spared.
Streetlamps illuminate their
intensity, hidden from
naked myopic eyes.
Light winds blow a mist
across our faces,
each speck brings up
awareness another notch,
feel the light hits on
our skin, sideways, and
headlong we could plunge ourselves
into the wet darkness.
But we do not.
No more heads but domes,
bobbing up and down
along beetles with
flicking feelers.
The rain persists still.
