Honey came by and sat with me under the umbrella
sipping strong coffee under the wet sky
The humid silence made the afternoon smooth,
moist, comforted our bodies
We laughed about Joachim with his spiked, purple hair,
the way his head bobbed left and right in his duck walk,
t-shirts he designed, “Free Me,” and “You Got Yours,”
slogans on poverty, control freaks, know-it-alls,
sad that he had gone away without telling us why
The earth seemed okay that day to Honey and me,
two bees under leaves, wings folded waiting for sunshine
Rain continuously struck the umbrella
Honey and I under it looked straight
into each other’s pupils and laughed again,
happy unlike Joachim we had stayed,
still had plans to make the world right
We hadn’t run away yet knowing one day we might,
not knowing where or why or what we would do
The words weren’t in our vocabularies that afternoon
They were hidden in the rain