As We Ran Uphill in the Rain

As we ran uphill in the rain
it was easy to sing the gipsy notes we knew,
not to be sung again.
The warm notes sprang appropriate as water
onto the lightning’s back,
into the wind as it blew.

When we hailed each other near death
and laughter pitched its tent in the sky
unharmed we were mad with delight as our hearts were sane.

Not even a moment later
the storm turned cold in our breath,
the roots of our love were dry.
We saw the fall – and the rope of our love grew slack
as we walked uphill in the rain.