Dancing Naked in the Rain
by Ralph Esposito
I danced in the rain the other night,
naked. Soft droplets cuddled my skin.
Perhaps I looked foolish, a childish sight,
reminiscent of a sixties love-in.
Aberration, disorder, or mental disease?
Freedom, fulfillment, journey or quest?
All of the above could fit me with ease.
Others will judge; they always know best.
I abandoned convention, not knowing why.
Was it some shadow setting me free?
There arose a command not to be shy,
to live instead with integrity.
What works in my life, others may scorn.
They'll decide standards, edicts, decree,
being stable and wise, normal, true-born.
If I live by their creed, then what of me?
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