09. Rain & Dignity
On Standing Still in the Rain.
My feet skirted across the water; my leg caught the worst of it; I should be cold.
Heavy rain and an apologetic shelter—breathless but excusable. I hadn’t felt a heartbeat in months, possibly days.
“The birds are swimming, and I’m just wet.”
The leaves do what they can, but they owe me nothing.
I had time, and chose to sit on dignity. Mercurial, and st…
