may i remember
this
…
the first rain drop, joined slowly by others
painting the sidewalk, drop by drop
first, gentle and sweet
and then powerfully pouring down upon me
a baptism
until we joined together in pounding out
life’s drumbeat
David Lurey, the perfect accompanist as my playlist cues up his song
May I Remember
and my boy phones his mama to offer a ride
noticing the downpour and knowing i was out in it
“where are you?” he said. “i’ll come get you.”
i am good, i say.
the tears mixing with the rain
in the beauty of it all.
i am good.
all is good.
may i remember
this.
wildroots 