predawn

When I’m upside-down and hear the cry “water”
drop from deadsleep into yeast-slime space of housebody
muttering mad with the care of fathertime to plastic cup
kitchen and she better say thank you and then she does
as the night opens in thundershower relief, love of drinking earth:
May all heal rightly and fast, prayer to pillow, forgiveness
in the Mobius loop of time rising up until the atmosphere.