Surrender against God’s luminous breath.
—Hafiz , “I Wish”
In great swathes
the rain came down
and drenched us
in sky. It was not
a matter of how
to stay dry, rather
how to find joy
in the dousing.
The clouds hung
darksome and low,
but through gaps
a milky light spilled
and how could we
not notice then
how all the world
was shine, shine, shine.