a late spring day

a late spring day

is a fine time to recognize

how merciful the quantities of empty air--to move

through its light touch, to see the nothing

that is there

on an evening when rain begins lightly

the farthest
point from yourself
is not another head
nor another's arms

when you have lost
the tears of sad things
it may be that sign
or the ease with which
each is annihilated

yet though anyone can believe
gentle rain
heaven's supply
given for you

why is it still
impossible
to remove yourself from meaning?