Poem Interlude

And Then the Rain Began

I was walking blind
through the drowned mini-universe
of summer, to the café where,
shortly, I would hear
speaking of Gospels at an adjacent
table the very punk pastor
I'd learned of for the first time
earlier in the week.

Holy coincidence, Batman!

Water will find
its level, neither better nor worse
than where it was, and it's fair
to say that fear
holds no sway, as cement
cannot make the tides come faster.
So in spite of ourselves we climb
to gods who themselves climb to seek.