I offered you your life in full, unmixed.
I poured it out in torrents across your sheltering
Umbrella. And you hid beneath your overhung
Prophylactic, plastic, umbrella. With fears pulled up high,
Snugly around your chin, and your comfort zone
Pulled low around your ears. Blessings all around
Fell and splashed in puddles on the ground.
Even there, frustrated, for you have grown
Old and enamored of galoshes. Demurely you try
To trudge through puddles of unseen, unsung
Inconvenient grace with never a splash. Sweltering,
Overhot inside the coat of broken things that you have fixed.