Life Slow Mo

By: Ada Heller

Wet hair clings to my cheeks
salty from the rain
Drops like tears slide down my nose
as the gray of the sky peers down upon me
Barefoot in the grass
for a few moments
I forget about the life I am crushing below
With my eyes closed
I block out the rushing of the highway in the distance
and the schedules and the promises
I can forget nearly everything but the pounding of the rain
and the damp earth making its home between my toes
Pulling my coat around my books
I sink against a tree
to forget about the ruins of life
that were given to me