how high’s the water now, mama?
. . .
when we all have wet feet and broken hearts and crooked arrows
incredulity becomes reality and mud sticks between toes
that refuse to stop walking
shutupshutupshutupshutup
the slap of heels on grooved wet pavement
it just keeps raining (pouring)
salt in old wounds
no time to heal
no time
time
on time
an hourglass
of sacrificial sand
it just keeps raining (pouring)
the slap of heels on grooved wet pavement
shutupshutupshutupshutup
that refuse to stop walking
incredulity becomes reality and mud sticks between toes
when we all have wet feet and broken hearts and crooked arrows
. . .
July 16th, 2018 at 3:25 pm
thank you … I love receiving your words.
July 16th, 2018 at 3:45 pm
Oh Kelly, my heart skipped a beat when this popped up. This is beautiful and important in so many ways, and we will all walk with you. Thank you.
July 16th, 2018 at 8:40 pm
Happy to read your beautiful words again!
July 16th, 2018 at 9:30 pm
I love this. It really struck a chord with where I am at today. Plus I love that it can be read both ways: beginning to end, or end to beginning. I stood outside last night looking at the beautiful crescent moon too, until the mosquitoes chased me back inside! So glad I caught this on my newsfeed. Feeling the words.
July 17th, 2018 at 10:34 am
Did what happened in Helsinki prompt these poignant thoughts, I wonder…whatever, it’s beautiful!!!
July 18th, 2018 at 7:15 am
Actually I wrote this just before that happened. But this piece was definitely inspired by current events. And thank you!
July 18th, 2018 at 2:48 am
worth the wait.
chaos is ascendant, yes? what will we do when it *really* starts raining… ~