It is raining outside.
I am reminded that,
Rain has rhythm.
Rhythm has heart-beat,
A beat, a
Rat-a-tat-tat,
Every city has its gangsters, its’
Street corners, its
Unbelievers, every
Heart has its beat, and
Every beating heart, its’
God,
Where folly is a pink bear,
An African American,
A bionic car round the bend,
Sunlight at last,
Caught,
In the hair,
Of the joggers,
In the difference it makes to,
Walk with a friend,
For a mile or a minute,
Healing,
Not everywhere is fear.
♦photo♦ Laurieanichols – Scenes from New York in January
-short evocative poetry-
Your poetry is compelling!
Heh…your writing and now your photographs are captivating, and gracious and inspiring. I really enjoyed this one soooo much! I hope you are doing well and pushing on.
Thanks so much! I am still feeling pretty good, the treatments haven’t started yet so it’s still surreal, next week will be different.