Scavenger

Scavenger

Inside the tree that resembles me,
evaporation has more patience.

Now I put down my stone,
falling slowly into it.

I can't give you any more than
this dark rag fluttering.

Was that you the rain found
naked in your clothing?

(all those little legs of rain walking
across the forgotten roof)

I catch the fly, and I say,
"Frog, lookie here," and I try
not to mention the broken wing.

What miracle was I escaping?

There are some things you can see
more clearly from a distance.