standing at the edge of the water,

buzzing cicadas, leaning trees, gurgling Lilly pads – its the sound our lives makes,

twenty years before- unsettled songs – made their landing,

rainbows on the floor, wringing out my eyelids, dried-up old dishrags

can’t wipe away -what’s spilling over,

telling all my sorrows- it won’t last

can’t color over problems- that’s not gonna solve them

can’t drown away that strange land

spent too long-wondering will it ever change

rainbows to the sky- telling my old blessings

don’t pass me by,  down here in the lyric,

in my spirit,

in my Sunday clothes

down at the waters

incomplete but I’m coming out a new me.

kindness sis. Krissy