sitting in my parked car next to the cemetery taking in the post-storm light
that I already have a watch tan
that it smells like may, if may smells like flowers
that if I look closely at the trees, they are all in fact swaying, some more aggressively than others
that the colors of the trees are as different from each other now as they will be in october,
and that I noticed that same thing last spring.
identifying the pain in my right leg as
a bruised adductor muscle, (or strained or pulled) but not identifying where it came from, (the pain) only aware of the aching that this morning
extends all the way to my ankle.
walking,(limping) with s to the store and when we’re about half-way there is an explosion of thunder and the rain plummets down. is this okay? she asks and we both just smile, shrug our shoulders, and keep walking, occasionally singing my favorite new song that i learned over the weekend.
after most of the storm has passed, we are on our way home splashing through puddles in sandals for the first time this season, feeling the warm puddle water on our feet and the cool rain still dropping on our heads.