Before, no rain
fell because I needed none — good

in any case, because, Homer writes, Gods are daunting when they appear as they are.

A student emails that class is a struggle (in a sense):
I need help, he says, understanding the Problems of Mass Incarnation.

In the garden, sunflower heads hoist and swing.
Rain-shadow jumps through the door.
Yesterday my bicycle ran over a yellow snake.

Don’t we all? I do not write back.

It’s too easy to keep asking questions.
Addictive, like the high dive:
another repetition
that pretends to be daring.