Tiny rivers running down brick sidewalks
Leaving adolescence behind
Wet, wild water soaks her pants
A woman now, twenty years old
Friends are waiting for lunch
Contemplating how she got there
Hood soaked through
Scrunched hair today
Humidity would have curled it anyway
No showers of presents,
Just showers upon showers of water
Huge, heavy, heartening drops
Too old to dance in the rain?
Never.
Miss Ali G with the wondrous red hair. I love the idea of time floating down those tiny rivers, time soaking you, time in your hair, and somewhere out of the rain, is waiting to bring you into the now. Let it wait, you haven't lived if you haven't danced in the rain. Never! (rain is delicious too):) ~lily
ReplyDeleteAh, that is perfect! :) Thank you so much, Lily. :)
ReplyDelete