April 29, 2009

NaPoWriMo #28

Juxtaposition

In flip flops I'm out on the marina,
the only one there except for you: it's dark
and it's raining, and I'm soaked

but I know it's all perfect, like the Spanish
lullaby I've heard too many times

to forget.

I sing the pieces I can remember
and the water sways softly, slowly.

When I don't know any more words,
I drop a penny and walk away
as if I'm done performing. Still,

everything is just right.


copyright Maya Ganesan, 2009

1 comment:

Summermoon said...

I think I know what inspired this one... And that makes me happy. :)