It’s raining inside and out.

I love how it taps out a sequence of rhythms and gently quells the fires inside. 

I feel like I could be in this melancholy mist my whole life.

I breathe and listen.

And remember the day I ran out from your house twice to stand in a downpour that took over the streets filling the gutters with so much water. I lifted my willing chin to the falling and let it drench me. I screamed, invigorated, and then ran back in like a naughty child hoping you’d caught me.

My spirit, like this, will find a place – someday..

And I’ll run into the arms that grab me strong,

that echo my wild, determinant – open sense of play. 

My chest open, arms spread wide and face to the sky,

my heart completely there and my blood strong. 

With dulled senses you cannot feel me,

with eyes turned away I am invisible.  

And these ‘somedays’ are lining up and seem to stretch out for miles.

But the pavement is wet and so am I and there is so much to see and to question and to untie.

Somewhere, at a distance, another is going out for a drink and a good time.  But soon we will tango, sharing lips and breath.

Flirtations as we unzip each other’s seams.

What of each other we will open remains to be seen.

For now I exchange soft whispers with my other self,

Finding in each other a sameness to hold each other through the stormy weather. 

So alike we rest in each other’s skin.

And understand the aches and frustrations,

to kiss my shoulder when the wheel’s skid and my body hits the pavement.

Still while falling I land to turn my face upward.