I want to write the raincoat
not the song — that i can find and put on.
yellow, red, or blue —
that i may sing to you
when the skies are wet and grey
i want to write the sunny day
not the poem — real, simple
sweet and fleeting
what wants repeating
when the days aren’t quite as fine
not the words — that holy drunken verse —
ecstatic and amazing, Love, knowing,
at least
i want to write a basket, well woven,
holding water.