Puddles Dry Up

grey clouds drizzle down

drip, drip, drop

an ocean in the center of the concrete is created

I tactfully step around off the sidewalk

sneakers squeak slipping by

drip, drip, drops land in my eyes

but I swear, I swear, I didn’t cry

it is instead just the sky

she sobs and wails

throwing a thunderstorm tantrum

but the day goes by and she slowly subsides

a twist of fate or emotion, who’s to say?

she speaks not in words, but in temperatures to me

from frigidly sad to feverishly happy

all in a single span of a day

now it’s sweat that drip, drip, drops

from my head onto my face

the same crater once filled with my mother’s liquid disgrace

is now an arid desert, safe and dry

no longer must I scoot around

I can walk straight through, I see the sky

so it is with my troubles, too

as my clock ticks on, my problems evaporate

and easily I can cross to the other side