I went out on my porch
around nine at night
and listened to the trees reciting rain.
It had been falling all that afternoon.
At some point that I missed,
that something-like-that-Zen way
of feeling the World
overcame me
(whatever me is)
and the World went its way
Without me —
Only that sound,
Trees,
And someone I remember
that might have been me
Reciting rain.