May 18, 2008 12:06
here we all are
dripping rain plastering our hair
loving our lovers our ex-lovers and their lovers,
caught between joy and loss
caught up by joy; and loss
of all heaviness, constriction, possession
dancing and hugging under the thunder crashing in time to the music
as the lights flash, winking and sparkling through the water droplets collected on our glasses
and the glory-blaring of the trumpet, the grief anger sadness beauty laughter irony of the voice, the words
guitars playing their fingers up and down our spines
we are building a religion