DANCING IN THE RAIN
Watching by the window
Of moth spattered cobwebbed glass.
In grass long fine and seeding
Two children, dancing in the rain.
Across the weathered grey verandah
In the pale light, of summer’s afternoon.
Dance through the muddy puddles
And the soft misty falling rain.
Two brightly coloured figures
Whirling with the wind.
Shrill, high laughing voices
Brown wet shiny skin.
One tall and fair, one small and dark
Kicking high and muddy.
Flying now on wings of dreams
Lost in childhood’s timeless journey.
Mt. Timbeerwah 1992