After the Rain III

Freedom comes on sunny summer saturdays

Manman is working

Papa is working

We are emerging

peeking out of stagnant sanctuaries

finally,

earthworms rise to the sweet sunny surface

free from the sopping soil stealing our breath

we come alive atop the earth

from which Sun

from which undeserved guilt and misplaced anger

are far removed

and the earthworms are finally free

to bathe in the sunlight and laughter

to listen to each others’ breath

to smile...

to sigh...

to unfurl...

to rest.