the rain

waking up

to a slick balcony floor outside

plants weighted with water but alive and hungry

i am warm in the bed

all warm

thinking of coffee, that first cup

thinking of what it means to not ache

to not yearn for a thing

thinking of the small satisfactions

the world's tiny magic

a single drop hugging a square inch of jade plant

something blooming, unbidden,

after the world's terrible rages

a moment of electricity passing

between a woman inside warm in bed

and a drop of water outside

hovering deliberately

staying put

insisting on survival.