I’m running fast in my flip flops
Down the sidewalk
My ears are blocking out the sound
Of all the raindrops -
The drums are beating, instead
Tick tock, tick tock,
Synchronized with mental metronomes:
My multiple alarm clocks.
I’m reaching the line of the dead
My limbs are zombie as I approach
Facts swirl in my head
My eyes are glossy with reproach
No sleep, no food, but my heart still pounds
And even more pressure mounts
As I trudge up this hill,
Commanding my emotions to please! sit still.
But
Suddenly, my pace of haste
Digs its heels in the ground,
The fiery friction beneath my feet
Slows me to a halt-
Suddenly, I'm witness
To a beautiful assault:
Rays searing raindrops
With the sharpest blade of radiance
Making them bleed Roy G Biv
Drip drop, drip drop
On this monotone body cadence -
Pores of my sleepless skin
Wake with revived color
This absorption is a win
Though tardiness is marked as sin
Even the leaflets that I grasp
Are pleased at my lively clasp
And my lungs praise the breaths I take
Cooling my heart's stressed shake.
Then I break my usual tense stride
And walk calmly, with peculiar pride -
It is twenty minutes past four
But it doesn't matter anymore
Because I just got to delve
Into a phenomenon I adore.
