I was not yet twelve
wedged in a small
square of space
on a balcony
full of other used things
a chair old games
everyone else was asleep
it had been raining for days
I wore pajamas
the street was rain
the tree was rain
the captain’s villa across the street
was rain
the blue street lamps were rain
the ribbon of my road to my right and left was rain
the ocean on the other side
of the house
that I couldn’t see
without leaving my room
was rain
Midnight was rain
I was seeing suitors
in thunder