Soak Me 17.01.06
Walk from my Summit down to the city streetUnder the protection of umbrella,
Thoughts ticking to my metronome feet.
Polyrhythmic rain drops drum
Accenting the rare silences in my head.
It's a constant rain, mixed to the beat of the streets.
Days like this I sit back and
Let my life develop in the margins.
I can't be in it all the time.
I won't be out of it all the time.
I will just go with it.
Today, I look at it.
Cars ride the curb, soaking pedestrians,
As they glide in their little warm bubbles.
Safe, far away from consequence, each one
Driving on to the most important destination.
Minutes lost in the driver's seat
To arrive all neat and dry.
Walk in the streets, absorbing the surroundings.
Get drenched.
Feel the ground pressing back against my feet
Through the cold dark puddles.
Smell the sewer, the exhaust, the ozone,
The food, the worms, the grass.
I walk my way across this small corner of town,
Until I turn the key.
Today I just want it to SOAK ME.
posted by BettingonHumanity @ 9:42 PM
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