4:33 am rain on the roof

Is proof of life

Rain in the eaves of the old loft

The breathing in and out of a child on an adjacent bed

Is proof of life

Being inside in winter

When the weather is foul

Is part of life

To be outside at this moment 

Would be survival 

At the best outcome 

Last night we pulled a cart around the city swamp 

Rain soaked pub cacophony 

Was bewildering 

We stopped to look

It did not look back