Ribboned Air

In the raindrop that hangs,
while it rains around,
the tension delivers a song;
hold on, hold on,

even if palms are forcing
temples into each other

while the daydream has still
yet to sound, resound

O'er scenes, bright yellow exclamations,
Yes! there's missing feelings
when palmskin meets chest
meets flicking of a tail
of a monkey silhouette
in the savannah sunset,

hold on, hold on,
to the pavement over streets,
over rivers, over feet
dwelling underneath
soles meeting when puddles
are unmade.