My Body Hungers For Rain

February 22, 2011

I want to walk under a slow gray sky
see grass thirsting green.

 

I want to bundle against the chill
feel my hands, cool
almost ready for gloves
my neck warm under a red plaid scarf
and my legs, my feet
longing for the work of walking uphill.

 

I want to watch red squirrels
chasing on the trunks of oaks
above rivers of broken acorns.

 

And I want to inhabit myself
in the world that offers me breath.

 

. . .

 

And despite the political and economic drama that calls my attention and
tries to co-opt my mood:

 

. . .

 

I MUST BE HERE FOR SOMETHING

 

Life’s Little Secret
 still is.

 

Am I not old enough to know?
Why hasn’t my guardian angel
whispered the answers to my questions?

 

All he ever says is
“It’s OK.”

 

© Karl Frederick 2011

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