Slumber

I noticed the first raindrop

on that last Saturday of winter

because it landed on my nose

The second hit me square

in the eye as I tilted my head back

in casual curiosity

The third, fourth and fifth fell

in a drumbeat on the hollow log 

at my feet

these were generous

healthy raindrops

that made certain promises

that were full of gravity

and humor

that knew what they knew

and didn't suffer questions

or fools

lightly

After that, I lost count

and listened to the rhythm

rather than reckon with numbers

I slumbered in that final rain