The Rain

seeps into my skin and

wets my cheeks

with brackish scent--

I remain still

listening

to other sounds  

the drip-drip

of another rainfall.

A sleeping bag soaks up

natural warmth

and I must go soon.

Animal movement startles me

and no longer eager for

the dazzle of morning sun

nor possibility

of shaking hands with

a wild wolf—

It had been nudging

closer and closer

these few hours

since my cliff fall.

And now a broken back

accepts the caressing

as it lays against me

sensing I am in dire

need for some company.