Bad Weather

So used to drought, the city looked astonished
at the sky & I have to believe that’s why

she didn’t see me in the crosswalk. I was
on my way to celebrate another year

among my friends, then drowned by laughter
in an ambulance as it raced along

toward harbor. I used to fear my body
was a well anyone could toss

their wishes into, unbothered surface
pocked with light, so I’d be lying

if I said I didn’t love it, the new storm,
minor catastrophe, me

in its mute eye. I leave the hospital & can’t look
at anything. My skull wrung, wrong. Blessed din

of my solitary making, static song
no one else can hum along.