A good feeling in a new city is yesterday.
Carrying this memory with me all day,
Quietly:
Tall, thin and blown wildly from behind- almost comically
"Hey buddy" (his first words to me ever).
And then, "warm winds means rain."
So, I carry this anxiously, hoping for the grey skies, for the outside heaviness.
(Me staring. Trying to catch the fall of one raindrop. Then the next and the next)
Anxious today not to be disappointed, like I've been so often in Cape Town.
All I want is one trick, one knack, a little info on the inside-
Hints at a pattern, at some repetition.
And happy, smiling me today,
Happy whirlwinds in our little back garden,
Happy blown lilies in our shadowed pond,
Happy grey me.
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