Renegade

 

Abtrünnig - Renegade 100 x 70 cm - mixed media on craft paper

AFTER THE RAIN

A woman approaches you

through the rain.

Dragging shaky fingers 

down her wet hair.

Doesn’t seem to know umbrellas exist.

Possessed

looking

clear through your eyes

all the way to the back of your skull:

you ask yourself what she sees

up there if not lust and wonderment?

Very predictable. Still, the

critics love it, and the people clap.

There’s a scene in “The Year of Living Dangerously”

when Sigourney Weaver moves zombie

like through the Jakarta monsoon

toward an unsuspecting Mel Gibson.

She seems stoned on a self-concocted

chemical substance, i.e., transcendent.

And you know

they will crash through a road block, escape to the highlands,

that the rebels will end up

crushed by the dictator’s army.

And you know

none of this will matter

as much as that woman

possessed

who

approached

you

through

the

rain.