I feel like I owe you an apology
maybe it’s really supposed to be
a phone call conversation
or a poem but
this insistent rain seems to be crowding
us out of the parks
insinuating its dismal gray patter across
my low back
everyday tasks and vision quests have kept
the neurotransmitter swirls busy on the inside
parallel play with weather
a fine way to ride the orb
I catch your smile now
and wonder where the cat has hidden
must be time for warmer socks here
my cold feet wriggle as I sign-off
