We are told that water
and electronics don’t
mix. But what of the rain? What of the inevitable dropping of the phone
into dishwater, and
the leaves falling
on Lake Michigan. Who authorized me to speak,
anyway? What of the
Mississippi? Ten tons of sand attest
that Michigan gets to say
what cliffs go where, and visitors
are only allowed to watch,
and hope, like a
civilized audience. What of the road mist coating
the camera? What of the search
for water on Mars, and the
quaint rain gauge
in my grandparent’s garden?