for Elizabeth

On a day when rain surprised me,
pain did too.
You kept rising in our conversation,
and we welcomed you.

I could feel your breathing,
in my breath.
In my consciousness of living,
your death.

Two of us who loved you
spoke your name
and you came.
Surprising rain. 

From The Patience of Ordinary Things (Amherst Writers & Artists Press, 2003) by Pat Schneider. Copyright © 2003 by Pat Schneider. Used with the permission of the Estate of Pat Schneider.