Wednesday, July 3, 2024

On rain dancing






On rain dancing 


Once I danced in the ever summered 

sweet tropic rains … skies opening to 

slanted sheets love slapping my face

awake – cooling my hot skin, soaking

wild hair slick against my bare back -


Now I rush from the car holding a coat

above my salon coiffed curls – ducking

from a single drop –  and for moment – 

just, for a moment, 


-stop-  


and ponder 

letting the damn

coat slip to

ground -

stepping 

back 

out 

into 

rain 

once

  again 

free