Water

Now,
when the ground is soggy
post-sheet rain,
I go outside
bare foot
until I am the puddle
in Winter's grasp.
Nothing special,
no adverse feeling,
no toying thoughts trembling,
taking wings and living loose
on the rusted tree.
I am nothing
without an umbrella
or shoes
at 4am,
between backgammon games,
for a puff.