We ran outside.
Our small, bare feet leaving tracks
on the well-mowed grass.
You had that impish grin
on your face.
It was drizzling lightly.
we took out our paper boats
and set them on a puddle
by that old oak tree.
Loudly we cheered
as our boats set sail
on their maiden voyage
knowing they won't
really go anywhere
but their small universe
and that somehow
the rain would soak them
and drown them.
But we kept on
and watched our paper boats,
you and I
under that day's
crying sky.