I suspect, like it was for me, return to the demands of real life was abrupt and consuming for all. But every once in awhile, I think about when we reunited and smile. The positive energy of the gatherings was amazing, a "contact high."
At the risk of embarrassing myself (although, when has that ever stopped me), I wanted to share something that I wrote several years ago. The reunion inspired me to pull it out and rework it a little. For anyone who happens to visit the message board, I hope you like it.
Natural Fallacy
A spring storm sky blue as a bruise
descended on an afternoon,
dark shrouds of squall lines draped across
the fawn-brown furrowed fields.
The silken stroke of humid breeze
intensified and lashed the trees;
the scent of rain replaced the smells
of meadow rue and fertile earth.
Dust devils marked the wind’s advance,
mad demons twirling in a trance,
and lightning lit the escarpment
for thunder's first barrage.
We laughed as we outran the rain
as if it was a game we played,
and made safe shelter in
a faded beat-up Chevrolet.
The rain fell with a serpent’s hiss;
we mocked its fury with a kiss
and watched the storm as sure as gods
that death would pass us by . . .
As transient as summer days,
the vision fades into a haze.
The aging senses lose their sense,
and poignant images recede.
The recollected certainty
disperses in the memory
as sweet and cruel as gentle rain
on spring storm flooded towns. |
