the world is
upside-down
in every little
raindrop
sliding down the window
your voice
is on the other side
Horton cranes his neck
to hear who
knows perfectly well who
o I've missed you
so
much
and you're still
a world upside-down
through a tiny
faraway
raindrop
the small uncertainty
of variables
held at bay
by best intentions
like clover
in the gentle trunk
of an elephant