My Battle of Jericho

The water seeps

In between my toes as I

Walk in the rain, arms enveloping

My dear umbrella-sharing friend, and

She embraces me right back.

We have discarded our

Useless suede flats,

In favor of bare feet on wet concrete,

Flooded sidewalks,

Muddy grass.

We revel in this storybook moment.

The rain erodes my battlements,

Stone after stone.

My fortress collapses, and

My heart opens.

I forget about how I was

Caught off-guard by this

Forecasted downpour.

I no longer care that all I am wearing is

A thin, white shirt,

And equally sheer black leggings.

It is me,

And my Amazonian sister,

In the rain.

The rain rushes in,

Filling my heart with

The shared umbrella

My bare feet

The “I’m sorry”s I exchanged with another fellow Scythian ally,

The promise of a dry home and Indian food

At the end of this long day.

My soul hovers in the black box theatre, where

That morning,

I stood in front of 22 equals and

Became.

Reviews

[Emily B]

this isn't average poetry, looking forward to reading more of you