Stand me up

Stand me up

I want to feel the rain

Running down my skin

Following the rustic runnels

Of aging

Washing me

Cleansing

Taking the pain away

Freeing the spirit

Rinsing me clean

Rivulets trickling

Down my back

Prickling the skin

Tiny droplets drip

From the tip

Of my nose

They are teardrops

In disguise

Sparkling

In the lashes

My face reflected

In the weight

Of water

Every drop

A perfect mirror

Magnifying

Every line

Marked by the passage

Of circumstance

Let me dance

Bathed in

The fall

It is without anger

Or remorse

Let there be no

Misunderstanding

I would drown

In it if I could

Lie me down

If I believe

In myself as a leaf

Maybe I will float

All the way

To the sea

What a journey that

Would be.