Snow

Waking to the sound of rain above
hissing like static from a cloudy screen
I reached to turn it off, thinking that we
had drifted off again like ships at sea
until the channel that would always stream
late-night reruns of censored melodramas
followed by a flag-and-anthem sign-off
crashed into the “snow,” jolting my dream-

drenched body back into its pajamas,
and then shrunk down into a single drop
when I turned off the set and shut my eyes
and had already sunk back into sleep
before it too could drain into the gap
at the black center where our faces shone.