On again,off and then departing
From homeward sail based in the sky--
I heard the woman gowned in all phantom white
Wandering the gardeny streets,
Her barefooted steps concussing the concrete.
She walked beside me and watched as I trembled
With her eyes that windowed memories in the same way
A camera captures a scene or a seashell a slice of the ocean
And I never think to ask the whole story.
Her lips permanently signal silence,
Her skin porcelain like her nails and teeth
And when she speaks,it's in a lilt so light it sparks your bones.
'Do you think it should rain later this morning?'
As relayed,my bones spark and my heart edges closer
To my throat. 'The sky is static-grey and gloomy as is'
She replied 'yes, but some rain would give it some character'
We spent the remaining wander without a word
Then the woman dissapeared. On my way home
I felt droplets bite through the fabric of my shoes
And I suppose the woman got her answer.
Sunny white morning brushed through the bushy clouds.
