Rocks in my Socks

When it rained

(heavy droplets coming down in sheets kind of rain)

I used to whip my socks and shoes off

and go dance barefoot in my backyard.

I’ve always been a toes in the mud,

rocks in my socks,

soaked in the rain,

kind of person.

I feel so much myself when I’m caked in

Browns and greens, yellow of the sun dappled

on my shoulder blades, egging me on to move.

To embody the liveliness in the kaleidoscope outside.

These are the colors that saturate my life.

It’s always immersive.

Sink into brown,

Frolic on green,

Drape around yellow,

Drip into blue.

I am in a constant duet with this color wheel.

I’ve always been a toes in the mud,

rocks in my socks,

soaked in the rain,

kind of person.