JESUS CHRIST IS ALIVE AND WELL

She is thoroughly soaked
through & through

as if  a someone(I don’t know who)  
had upended over her a bucket of water.

( The rain holds
a conversation with itself. )

“Where’s your new coat? ”
we incredulously ask her

as she continues to drip at us.

( The rain is laughing
at something it has told itself.)

“A poor woman hadn’t one...
...so I gave her mine.”

She explains as to a child
whilst we her children stare at her

hair plastered to her skull
a large drip at the end of her nose.

My mother could be kind
in an almost Biblical New Testament way

as if she were Jesus Christ
before he had gotten himself crucified

and was alive and well and living in her.