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And then came the rain
Is God waiting behind that cloud?
Will he leap out and say, “Ah ha; I told you so!”
But I’m stubborn;
I won’t play.
I would rather look down at my toes in the sand.
Wait; stay with me a minute.
Let me walk just a little further,
I think I’ll gaze out over the ocean
and watch the sun rise
with my eyes closed.
When it all falls silent behind my lids
I see everything that created me
floating around in living sparks.
Let me journey a little further
and step over that decade.
Now, that’s a chasm just too dark to fall into.
my mom and dad.
She and he were doing this thing and that thing
and then…a miracle!
I just plunged right out into existence.
and now like sand sculptures they stand
washing away with the tide.
Everybody loses the thing that made them!
I think I’ll walk a little
…and it’s okay to cry now.
because all our footprints are washed away
and time, like a long bath
wrinkles my youth
and the depths of the sea call me
when the rains come.
I guess I’ll walk on
because I think that’s me I see
up ahead in the distance.