A Lightning’s Strike

I feel shame for who I am, for who I’ve been, and who I will become.

But then I reached tippy-toed for a bar, and my nose did not know. It’s the wind’s whip that brightens my face to a glisten as vivid as the symbol on a tooth-whitening carton. Don’t you cower in the drain of the downpour, slinking like a mink from a too-lit sky. I pray for time with you, sitting cross-legged on my cellar room floor. For my aunts and for my uncles. And for all those I’ve loved. Time stands still. Now, or was it then?

And this love, what of it? Its giggles push shirtless strangers to a running rendevous n the warm summer rain. Isn’t it enough that the too-full downspouts shout to break free, knowing of laiughter while we embrace?

Love, Jaclynn