After the Piazzale Michelangelo

Like the hair of a woman,
the voluptuous gravity of rain.
Where steps were, a river
widens. Afternoon begets
the desire of water

streaming from the convent,
all falling, and now
we can feel rivulets within us,
an urge to dam the fluids
coursing through,

slow the years
even as we are held
by this sudden cascade.