[Carnival and Lent]

The drizzle turns everything
a little greyer, wrings out color,  
until they lose vividness;  
 
but flowing water always had  
this quality, some
doing with light rays, I guess,  
 
filtering a range of possibilities:  
or perhaps, I desperately tried  
keeping up with the river-motions,  
 
which time finds pleasure in:
as a child, who focuses on speed
more than anything, while  
 
constructing arbitrary games,  
and pays less attention, to what  
surrounds them;  
 
until one day, walking into a  
downpour, they notice    
how brightly an iris appears.