Watching

Wisps of wind fall down

across my shoulders like

water from a shower head,

cool sensations radiate

shivering slides down and

bubbles up the skin that

otherwise would have been

smooth and forlorn in its

dutiful appearances way;

Sprinkles of a dewy rain

speculate through the screen

landing on the window sill

as if wanting to be seen but

in a more grateful way and

not because it was forced or

not perceived as such like;

dreamers slide across the wet

road on rickety skateboards as

if “cool” makes no difference

and the chill that we feel is due

to low income housing nearby.

18Sep16