From the sky...
a gabillion drops free falling, prancing like wild horses on my tin~can metal roof...
and then leaping into sudden death...
or freedom...
flying face first into the muddy earth....
and tumbling wildly downhill
to the river....
Monsoons....
I took a shower.
Steadied my hand on the make-shift rail, leaned up against the vintage vinyl and stood under the warm waterfall....
Crying.....
Maybe wailing.....
It 's the seven o'clock sadness....
It just happens...
Each new day is a gift...
and a Mountain....
and for just a moment,
I have weak knees...
the fleeting moment after you've been cold cocked, but just before you stand up again,
spit blood,
and say "I'm OK".......
I should have known she'd be here...
the encore after my hissy fit.....
The yellow Butterfly....
reminding me
to Believe.....
