...but I wrote a poem.
And I'm going to share it.
It's called "By the Fountain" because I wrote it by a fountain on a magically stormy day that was dripping with this inexplicable feeling of...significance.
And so I sat down and wrote a poem just as the drops fell to meet me.
And the thunder said hello.
By the Fountain 10/4/10
The sky seems so present
that the earth slips away
and the conquering clouds crowd in.
and the solitary people rush in
to clasp eyes and levy the distance
with unuttered hellos.
and the impatient thunder bellows
to be released
from its prison of professionalism.
The air feels so heavy
that the eyes, they drop
and splash off the bold face of possiblity.
ping, ping, ping.
We clatter inside to escape
the noisey adventure of feeling.
it begins to rain.