the rain pelts against this steel pot
the sound muted by the fiberglass liner
like water splashing agaist flat rocks
in the little creek back home

underneath the poncho I shiver
already soaked by this monsoon season
water runs down my face as I blink
to keep it out of my eyes

Danny keeps me awake with chatter
about his Wisconsin home
and all the things he wants to do
in the land of the big P.X.

I think about the last time I saw her
sweet bohemian mama
with beaded and feathered hair
standing at the bus station saying goodbye

me looking soldierly but knowing
it was only a ruse my heart not in this
but theres Dad sitting proud in his car
no turning back this time

brought back to reality
by the sound of the two-way
relief is stuck in the mud
we'll be here a few more hours

I realise my day off is tomorrow
I'll spend it filling sand bags
as this hole fills with water
I think about trenchfoot

I remember she wrote to me
she said she had walked in the rain
sad over our separation crying
and I worry about her

I see her face and forget
how cold and miserable I am
but I stand still not for safety
but so I won't get any more wet

no cat nap tonight.......