Late Spring Rain

By Avery Jorgensen

I think of the past not as behind me, but as a parallel

Every version of me seems not to be gone, but rather, somewhere else

And in this rain, I am reminded of all of my past selves

My four year old self is still taking rainy day trips to the library with her mom

My twelve year old self is still dancing barefoot in the wet grass to her favourite songs

And just as mine does, their lives continue on

Reminiscing about the past usually brings me pain

But this kind of day sparks a thought that always loosens the strain

That my past selves are all still out there, in this same late spring rain

By Avery Jorgensen