Slapstick

The late afternoon
had run amok

even the tussling breezes
had given up

and the stillness hung
in periwinkle blue

as it, inevitably, does
when I am feeling wistful
and listless
in beady droplets of feelings:

vague smatterings
that stubbornly
refuse to rain down
in torrents

and be done with it.

And then – it DID
begin to rain

splish-splashing me
in slapstick buckets.

The irony –
to say nothing of
the pathetic fallacy –
was not lost, in the downpour

and I laughed out loud 

in cathartic chuckles.

note:  Slapstick is a type of comedy based - not on words, but - on humorously embarrassing events.

photo:  Port Moody Pier – W. Bourke

© 2013 Wendy Bourke