tiptoes out in the rain
reaching for each other
I grew up on a small
plot of land where my dignity
is still buried
we reached for heaven
not even knowing about earth
starting droplets from the sky
but that was then
when I was young
and life was promise and golden
shaded hope.
Author Bio:
Cattail Jester is a sometimes poet, and likes the way poetry can do so much in a small space.