November 6th

I sit waiting in the park at dusk
And the spotlight is on me now.
Darkness pools around, around the edges
Leaving a hollow chasm of light at my feet

Palms upturned I stand, rooted in concrete
With distant arms straining for the sky
I wait for the rain.

I was once deaf and now I can't hear.

I close my eyelids, feel them glide and the wind caress
My head aches; my heart breaks; shivers shake me
I wait for the rain.

I was once blind and now I can't see.

White noise traffic dribbles a backdrop.
Months on and droplets form, but only upon my cheeks.
Storm clouds still gather.

I am crucified at a date that meant nothing
This year and last.
Today, expectant, I wait for the rain.

I was once ignorant. Now I just don't know