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
I love this - the memory of earlier years dancing in the rain, and the present-day letting the coat go, surrendering to the rain. Wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAwww I thought you would relate :)
DeleteRemembering freedom! A powerful and welcome poem!
ReplyDeleteOh yes, those days of wild abandon...we need to remember and recapture them!!
ReplyDeleteI think we can all relate to this experience. How I long for those carefree days! What a delight to read Pearl! Love the lay out of the poem too.
ReplyDeleteI love how this filters down from rain to rain drops and the re-discovery of the freedom in getting soaked! Jae
ReplyDeletedancing in the rain - the perfect image of freedom and release. Your poem sings this freedom.
ReplyDeleteIt's good to take a chance, let is slip, get all wet, fun to remember we are still free!! annell
ReplyDeleteSalon coiffed curls should be sacrificed for letting it all hang out in a rain dance... Enjoyed this.....Rall
ReplyDeleteThis is just lovely, Pearl. I love the carefree quality of this poem, the yearning to be free.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, amid our carefully contracted lives, we forget that we can just BE! What a descriptive, relatable poem.
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