Dreaming About A Heavy Rain And Then Waking Up At 3 A.M. Poem by RIC BASTASA

I can tell the details of the sequence
You dream that there was this heavy
Downpour of rain somewhere in crowded
Mong Kok, Hongkong and you ran
For shelter and then stay put and
Begin to use the power of this deep
Silence of a river running within the
Intricate linings of your veins.

You are in the middle of a strange crowd.
You keep looking where you come from
And you finally come to the conclusion
That you are not lost

You dream of a heavy downpour
And you like being wet together
With those that continue to walk.

You wake up so early you want to
Say something and yet she is too tired
Of you and she says

She still wants to get more sleep.
You get out of bed and look over the
Glass window. It is dark and the street
Is empty. You turn on the light on the
Table creating a small island where
In the middle of the light you put
Your mind like a stranger talking
About something that you like to
Understand for once and you do not really like it.
This is where you first decide to write.
This was the beginning of it all and it is still here
With you.
Back to square one. Back to the first syllable.
Back to yourself. The letters of the keyboard
Are as warm as you first once
A long time ago, pressed the vowels.