On the roof is confrontation
that strangely comforts me
and my little brothers, asleep
through this pitter-patter.
In our room, it resonates
this sound, through this
this noise: they can sleep
lying dogs after a long day
and I in here can breathe,
stay still, finally, still.
The rain seeps through the ceiling
making our bed softer
and my thoughts quieter
I forget what I was
supposed to do—
Nothing, noting, listening
