Bobby flew out from his body
	on Nine Mile Hill.
You could say it was a Navajo semi
	careening down the earth
or his wife, pregnant and drunk
	who caused his lick of death

But what captured him was a light in the river
	folding open and open
blood, heart and stones
	shimmering like the Milky Way

And then it rained.
What went down sucked the current,
took hold.

Now southern California falls into the ocean.
Now Phoenix struggles under water.

Something has been let loose in the rain;
it is teaching us to love.