Sometimes you must leap
from your bed
upon hearing rain,
ignore the need to pee,
the fuzzy mouth and hair,
lurch drunkenly for the door
as you see the bright patch of sun
warming the wall.
Move from a place of desperation,
a yearning not to miss
the full colours of the rainbow.
She will not wait,
although she will return.
She will find you again at the borders of your life,
the sideways edges between dark and light.
But oh, today, why hold back from the mad rush?
What keeps you from staggering outside?
Go now,
bathe exultantly
in the resplendence of her serendipitous joy.