Riders On the Rain

By Annette Marie Hyder
(for M)

Under the wind’s translucent sheets
diamonds fall,
raindrops sharp as knives and cold as steel,
but they don’t touch me.
It is as if there is a space of grace around me.
I am a sigh, a feather touch
against your black back
but you still feel me
through the leather of your jacket
and my hair, Medusa ribbons,
winds itself like a scarf of silk
streaming in the wind.