A Moment After, by Kathleen Downie

The rain pressed upon me gently

Drops like fingertips embracing my face

I met their touch with joy

That cool, late spring rain

Arrived as if to satisfy some deep longing

To be bathed in the sweetness of not knowing

Gently the embrace encircled my toes

The delicate swirls of water inviting me to dance

Spiraled and flowed into the depths

The spirits come and go bestowing their blessings

Pouring a libation for the invisible queen

That I should have walked in that moment was a gift

originally published in Surface and Symbol, November 2003, Vol.15, No. 9

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