Bobby flew out from his body
   on Nine Mile Hill.
You could say it was a Navajo semi
    careening down the earth
or his wife, pregnant and drunk
     who caused his lick of death

But what captured him was a light in the river
    folding open and open
blood, heart and stones
     shimmering like the Milky Way.

And then it rained.
What went down sucked the current,
took hold.

Now southern California falls into the ocean.
Now Phoenix struggles under water.

Something has been let loose in the rain;
it is teaching us to love.