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    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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