‘This umbrella tires of holding up the rain’

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
Her waterproof nylon grown thin,
Ribs starting to bend to the wind,
She tires,
Whispers: “Let the rain drench you.”
Wind blown sideways like the sky
Asking for directions as it falls
To the earth looking for suture:
Heal us, our stars and their stories.

This umbrella tires of holding up the rain.
It beseeches me to close it
“Look up!”
See patterns raindrops make falling
Like a web of stars torn apart
Looking for a new storyteller
To mix the tonic God pours down on us.
“Wrap your arms around me,” she says,
“Let the story fall on its own.”

Umbrella, I tire of holding back rain.
Open me up and I will catch it
This mystery I can no longer solve
The water will resolve its story
In rivers

Holding my collapsing ribs,
Holding my frayed skin together,
She accepts the rain inside.