It rained generously, damply, pathetically. Standing in limbo at the gates, comically tiny skirt, muddy boots the world seemed to revolve in double speed, people in crowds crossing/uncrossing/blurring into one sodden shape. At once there was nothing determinable left. Time passed. I thought of words and I lost them. I drank heavily and felt lightheaded. The smell of smoke rises. I sit in the wet grass counting blades of grass without the concept of numbers, just the infinity of texture. Abruptly, a stranger stood, sans-serif tattoo I did not know them, waving a red scrap of bandanna like baiting a bull like a flag above their head. Was it a vendetta? Do I remember right? Calling on the phone to someone unseen: "Where are you? Do you see me waving?" I'm raising it as high as I can." On the ground, I was there and I saw. We lean together, we lean as one.