A Memory I’d Almost Forgotten
Out cycling when it starts to rain;
The day is warm and so is it.
You know how ideas light the brain –
I cycle hard and then it’s ‘lit’:
The me’s inside – I can’t get wet!
I am distinctly warm and high.
The key thought is: I feel all-dry!
I felt the dryness. I was tucked up
Deep within, my guide completely
Conscious of the rain I bucked;
Protective skin that, like a sheet, let nothing in:
An oilcloth but oodles thinner.
If I’d been awash at sea,
There’s nothing could have wet that me.
Nothing could have threatened either.
At that hour security
Was mine.
A Memory I’d Almost Forgotten .4.9.1992
Circling Round Nature; To The Child Mystic; Small Stories Book;
Arlene Corwin
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