raindrops

Your name hangs suspended in the voids of my consciousness

The thought of you filling every lapse in these distractions

It’s an abstract thing, I tell myself & could very soon be replaced with something else, though perhaps not somebody for a while.

A long while he said to me, & it stuck there – next to that name.

When the skies open and water fills the space between the buildings we’ve constructed (though I can take no credit), all the world runs for shelter. But I am freed.

Walking through times square was an unusual joy tonight, because for once the streets were empty, and I had the rare opportunity to choose my own pace.

Everyone had run for cover, and so I walked without having to side-step, step, step pause, move, hesitate… and what pleasure I found in it! in the cool water on my face & soaking into this very-newly-purchased non-white-shirt, overlaying a newly translucent lace tank top. I was glad to be wearing flipflops and to have many blocks ahead of me. And I tried not to let it be so obvious to the crowds of faces huddled in the shop windows and beneath awnings that I was looking for the deepest parts of the puddles to slosh through and I managed to restrain the laughter in my heart to a quiet smile on my face.