My Body Hungers For Rain
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