Not the solid
of a local truth
globally imposed

you desire.
No ground
to take in some

pitched battle
against forces
of the evil

of your choosing. Rain
you might catch now and then
on your tongue

if you put the umbrella away.
Surprising how sweet
the world tastes falling

on a day so gray
the bridge fades
before it reaches the other side

and you have
nothing to walk on
but water.