Competition trundles the participants
from nowhere to the northern edge
of nowhere. Nothing to gain from
trying to gain anything. Gain being
the source of inside and outside
pain. Be rather in the rain, letting
the droplets not win, but find purchase
in you, on you, around you. There is
no fighting rain. Only acquiescence.
This is how to compete: let come
all Mays, and may they be
flowered and wet.