WHEN IT RAINS

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Every morning I pass by the Flagstaff house on my way to work. It's grand, it's beautiful and maybe not that much of a need but we have it. The sprinklers are always spraying away when I pass by and I wonder how the grass feels. Is it a life of the grass is greener on this side of an overload of goodness.

As I run this through my mind, I imagine if life would ever be limited to these two phrases. A state of assumed good or continuous good in your current space. If at some point things will get better and if you would accept the better or trust it.


When it rains, the dust lifts up and the air is heavy. Some rejoice at this new spot, some cry, some breakdown, some deny the effect it has on them. Is this who I am now, conflicted and denying the good in my life. Denying the things I should fight for and looking for holes in everything. Ever ready to give into the abyss because it is easy. I don't have to work at it.


The Flagstaff house grass looks green and well, do they ever ask for moments of not being green, of moments to be sick and not full always. Maybe they don't, after all they are just grass. I do, sometimes. I await the fuckening with sweaty brows and gritty palms. I await the darkness with glee, just ever ready to slip in again.

When it rains. 

Comments

  1. Judith Ankrah22 March 2019 at 11:11

    Nice!

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  2. Phoebe-nita Dadzie22 March 2019 at 13:02

    This is really dark... Sounds like you need to embrace the sun.
    Anyway, life of a creative. See how simple rain on grass turned you into Aristotle.

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    1. Summit Boahen22 March 2019 at 14:19

      This made me smile but yes it is a dark space and I hope I can will myself to embrace the sun. The smile is for Aristotle comment, I appreciate that.

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