I Want It Back!

"It's the ups & downs, rises & falls, which make up the rhythm of life. And it's the pulling together & pushing away that gives us someone to dance through it with." - Christine Kincer

It's wet here in this land not too distant from reality

Inside the trees creatures are sitting & finding shelter beneath the leaves

While they watch, wait

For the downpour's ceasing

After squeezing them of rain, Lyric stretched striped stockings

Up her legs,

Slender & firmly

She fastened them in place

Then to the end of a branch, Lyric marched

and

Assessed the drowning drops --

What a disastrous time for a walk!

Determination pulled a hood over her face; grit sent her off into the rain

The space crinkled between her eyes, and her lips pierced tight

Lyric fell to the ground just right

Then with

Arms swinging at sides, quick & large stomps became her stride

Fury fueled her, passion pushed her

Lightning from instinct

Flashed

Around her

Through the floods, over the stumps, against the wind

Her drive drove her

And, once again, those striped stockings became drenched

Dripping & dying

Lyric pounded on the door and nearly puddled on the floor, "Give it back!" she shouted.

Poet opened & answered her attack, "What?"

"You have it!" Lyric said.

"Have what?" he asked.

"You have it! I can feel it!"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

Lyric's instinct then moved her like a magnet to Poet's chest. Into which she snuggled before touching the chain about his neck and from his shirt she pulled it.

"My heart," Lyric in silence shouted, "You have stolen my heart," she whispered out of breath, "And I want it back!" Then yanked the locket from its link.

--Christine Kincer 2010

**Most images taken from google search engine. Lyric marching on branch drawing by Christine Kincer