Dance
The rain
I watched you dance the rain. Lithe movements to its rhythmic fall. Splintered fragments of flowing translation, physically spoken, focus blurred. I was not looking, by the way. Not watching what was there. But sensing our intentions met in this evocative flow, somewhere.
Quite a provocative and enticing play on words to set the mood and scene you captured, for our hearts to dwell upon, and the reel-to-reel old movies that beckon us to replay the incredible few moments we’ve experienced in our own lives, reminiscent of the ones you’ve beautifully set to motion with words.