Separation
Anxiety
November rain smears
the black shiny pavement.
The chill seeps
as effortlessly
as oil swirls over water
in a wash of iridescence.
Headlights dance
in shimmery patterns
like frantic lightning bugs.
The darkness closes in
as the puddles
resume their amorphous shapes.
I envy their acumen,
jealous of their cavalier attitude.
Will I be as graceful?
©Katherine M. Searle
searlek@mail.davenport.k12.ia.us
