run run (with majesty)

^{Majesty – 02/12/20221}

some days
I play
with majesty

and the great
above
plays with me
I know

I know

I stand
and stare
as the might above
shape-changes

I am just
a child
discovering
my awe
again

in the heart of white

in the heart
of grey

beneath
a raindrop
falling all the way
from there

.
.
.

down

.
.
.

down

.
.
.

to me

I do
a little dance –
three steps
in cotton socks –
as the tin
on the verandah
begins
to drum

I run I run
I run
to shelter

the raindrop
runs
and runs –
in a trickle –
down my face

blessed

a blessing
bestowed
by majesty

as the thunder
starts its roar

a storm
passes
over me

~