Rain Dance

Did you throw a fit on the beach when you were a baby?

The foam on the rocks and broken bottles was not the blue blanket you thought

Was the sea

The dry sand stuck to your feet

The wet sand stuck to the bucket

Were you sometimes not the delicate things that a baby should be?

Did you apologize to your parents when you got older

And watched the video tapes of the messed-up toddler

To finally make peace with the things that drove you mad?

But you still rage in the kitchen

Making art of your fits when