Wild Girls

It is good to be wild girls

Wild girls swimming in the rain,

Naked legs, wet and white
We watch the heavens open, and we laugh, and we scream, and we enjoy it

We are so small, one note in a strange and perfect symphony

The world is raw and fresh, and we are too

The cold slap of water against our skin

Passionate like kisses

It isn't gentle, it isn't soft

It is loud and chaotic and alive

It is alive,

On this rainy Sunday afternoon,

The water is alive.

It is singing,

And we came to hear it.

It seeps into us, these young humans,

Made strong by their boldness

These worshipers at its altar

Beautiful, exhilarated, joyous

Yes,

It is good to be wild girls.