Under My Umbrella [ella ella]

under an uncertain street light
amber in its glare
do not cower from the rain
for its threats against your being
are moot.
upon bare flesh it refreshes
jogs a memory of life alive
and umbrellas serve only to impinge
upon the improbable knowledge of
an unceasing current like
a wet static upon the skin from
an impregnable dark.
unlikely reminders that we are more
than the sum of our weight
in minerals.

do not cower from the rain or
the silence dripping through your bones.
far too long is spent being
far too dry.