Frog's Hair

Walking in the rain,

a girl again and wond'ring
why the air does not contain
the smell of pines or why
the power line's not buzzing overhead.
Mentally assessing, I find suddenly
that nowhere in my heart
do I feel trapped, confused,
manipulated, used and if I
have to trade the girlish
pleasure of the sound of rain
upon a mountain road for
freedom, that's just fine...
as fine as frog's hair
split three ways.


(c) Ellen Gillette, 2016