Day 149: A Walk in the Rain
some would argue
i should have turned around
at the first drop
that hit my cheek
some would say
that the flashes in the distance –
hazard whites on darkening blues –
were my warning
to stay home,
go back in,
keep under glass.
i don’t know if it was the addictive little crunch of gravel beneath my feet
that kept me going
i don’t know if it was the cry of the bawling windmill –
siren song in metal spires –
that propelled me on
i don’t know if it was the thunder
that rolled above
like a harmony to the hunger inside me
but i just kept on walking.
i walked into a storm and found the wind to be at my back
i walked into the rain and found it to be cleansing
i walked over wet stone and found
it forgave my missteps
and erased my wrong footings
and stayed the hopeful emissary to my every next step.
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