She rushes ahead, laughing
into the pouring rain
ignoring my desperate pleas
to wear a coat.
She's right, you know,
to live unarmored.
We spend our adult
lives longing to shed
the layers we amass
and return to naked
wonder at the world.
How can I explain
my true fear is not the rain,
but the beasts
that move among us
wearing overcoats.
Lori Boulard
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/01-layers/
