honeydunce

About the rain today:
it fell.
A steady thing,
bending when the wind blew–
being, essentially, rain.

Picture me at the bus stop
waiting for the one that decided
not to come;
picture a bunch of us
hoods and umbrellas turning left
to look down through the slick traffic.
The numbers on the bus is a marquis
and the hems of our pants are wet.
Picture the guy next to me who
is kind enough to keep an eye on my umbrella
(which is laying on the ground) while I
toss the rest of my coffee.
“Somebody would surely steal that today,”
he said when I returned.
Picture me agreeing.

Ride home through the gray
and the consistent ssshhhing of big wheels
on wet ground–
it is Tuesday and
under my breath I’m singing along
to the music in my ears and reminding
remembering & thinking;
beneath is bird flying tough in my chest,
soaring
soaring
soaring.