To Be Healed

sometimes, under the rain is light

no common cloud can defeat





we drink beer with the old boys

while deer shift gears





in the forest behind the fences

where coyotes take to chase





the secret is we don’t know

the secret, that it’s happening





and if you remember well at all

the healing whiskey of winter nights





you didn’t have enough to be healed

under the rain, light tricks us every time





making ticks blend into skin

and skin blend into the forest



