–After Kaveh Akbar
The bakery flows with the scent of rainwater.
A fresh loaf is split in two, it gushes rainwater.
The iron roofing ripples with rainwater.
You cut your leg upon it, it bled rainwater.
Rainwater flows through the air conditioner.
The plastic piping carries rainwater to the concrete tank,
Which is made of rainwater itself.
A louvre slides out of its frame,
Its shards are rainwater.
Rainwater is buried under hot stones and tarpaulin.
Children run across the road to buy rainwater for their family;
They are rainwater themselves.
Rainwater rings through the air on a Sunday morning.
Aunties and uncles laugh loudly, passing around rainwater.
Their laughs are overflowing with rainwater.
Subwoofers in car boots ooze rainwater.
The machete is taken to a coconut,
Rainwater rushes out of it.
I sent you a poem before the waves took out communications.
My words were rainwater.
Wellington High School