Although i sit here all wet and drippily

Photo By Allie Crafton

Although i sit here all wet and drippily

My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write

So I decide to let them

I also let my tongue taste the ice cream

and the rain

I also let my lips touch the flower

My flowers you gave me are little golden moons

the pink edges speak to me

and tell me they are mine

the white complements my eyes you say

so do the little golden moons my sunshine I say 

"where are we going?" my feet ask me

My heart tells them "I do not know"

but my eyes ask to linger on the flowers

my roses are drooping

my plumerias wet

He made me sit and think

He made me walk and laugh

What are you thinking my head likes to ask

My hands tell my mind, "do not worry about it

for you never can tell

on a night like this

for she smells change in the air"

"Do you see the curtains" my hair asks my arms?

"Do you see how they kiss her face?"

I tell my little ones

"I think I love the curtain

he bids me to look behind him"

What is behind the curtain?

The chimes try to answer

but only in looking will I find...

Although I sit here all wet and drippily

My fingers ask me sweetly if they can write

"Give us a moment," they whisper,

"and let us show you where your heart can take you"

"But where am I going?"

my heart tries to ask

"But where am I going?"

I venture to ask

and then the curtain covers up my keyboard

it gives me a hug

come

come it calls

come and find

it's quite dark out there

on the window are the

dripping dots.

they ooze down

carrying their stories

"i bet if you put your ear up close,"

I tell the curtain,

"you can here them whisper"

They've always told me stories...

two and blue

and in the car seat

and it's gone

it is over

and done.


- Alexandra Crafton