as luck would have it

as luck would have it, rain fell
hard on us… no raincoats, no
umbrellas, neither roof nor canopy
to take shelter from: we endured sharp
needle-drops of water upon our heads;
the strength of typhoons against our
crowns… we reigned knee-deep in water,
waded along deepest aisles laid with
floods and floaters, injured trees
with branches sprawled, drowned from
the levee as roses, uprooted from their
beds, sail past us calm in this storm.
while i, frantic, held tightly onto
your arms, trepid now that this wet and
worrisome coronation shall swallow us
before love can baptize us in its waters

-mr gahon 9/11/15