Skin

Skin works both ways
Some days
Rain falls
Rolls right off my back
As if a duck
Floating on your lake

Other days skin
Keeps in
All there is
Beneath the surface
Of this pond

Rain spatters
Surfaces
Disturbing calm, smooth
Reflectiveness
Noisily

But no tears seem to fall
Onto me
Rippling the exterior
Roiling
Or raising a motion

They seem instead to fill from below
Silently seeping
Flooding all beneath the surface
Never spilling spontaneously over

Just filling
Filling this skin
With the weight
Of water

JLGrady
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