The tug of my forearm and the whine of a toddler,

Hesitantly, I refuse to cavort in the downpour.

Willingness can only withstand so much,

Feet strut towards the concrete

I prance and twirl, as my friend does the same.

Bodies flailing around like delirious children

Dizziness and disequilibrium all around

Spinning as though we were the teacups from Disney World;

Trying to listen to my brain but it’s all porridge.

Statues watching but never saying anything

In essence we are all statues,

Today, I yawp.