out the dented
downspout,
the same water
which might,
the night
before, have split
the rock
which blocked
the floodplain path
or surfed atop
the roiling ocean—
conspires now
to form
a pictograph message
on the salt-
packed void of shallow
asphalt below:
your success
is inevitable
only once it's passed,
it says;
as your ancestors
dreamt of a house
beyond death,
you must not forget
to laugh.
