The rain is falling-
upside down
falling up, from the muddy
grass, the dark pavement
under my feet
like a reflection gone
awry

Its falling up, but how
is that possible, to
fall upwards
to fall downwards-
tossed like a swirling
current in
a cruel and dimly lit
stage

What is it to
look at the moon
to stare at a face-
so bright, so happily
far off in a milky
distance

As the rain keeps falling-
up your body
into your skin
all in the wrong
direction.