Typewriter Series #3012 by Tyler Knott GregsonWe ran off into...

Typewriter Series #3012 by Tyler Knott Gregson

We ran off into the rain
and called it baptism,
knew we’d come out
infants, knew all we’d leave
behind.

I think we hear it
when the clouds open up,
I think it beckons us home
when the thunder
calls out, like train sounds
on rail.  

What we were is there,
making its way downstream
to the sea.

-Tyler Knott Gregson-