You’re not crazy. The best
parting words I’ve heard
in a good long while so
I repeat this to myself at
the front edge of rain as
I’m running from weather
I can’t stay to make this
my whole afternoon.  

It’s not really about
the rain or the running
or the afternoon. It’s about
love and how hard we fall.
It’s about fear and how it
keeps us. From rain and
running and afternoons.  

And somehow, despite
these months of nowhere,
I’m still falling at the front
edge of storms that I’ll
never stop chasing because
I love wildly and hilltowns
and over the mountain pass
and downpour and cloud
break and almost hail. I’m
so certain I’m not crazy but
I damn well love like I am.