Saturday

by Kim June Johnson

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Saturday.
The streets were wet with rain.
No one came.
And I sat there on the wall again
while the light
stretched out across the sky.
I wrote my questions on a piece of paper
and I let them fly,
let them fall into the grey-blue water
where the light was shining

And when I got home, I saw you running
naked through the wet grass.
A blur of white, so bright and beautiful.

Sometimes I go out wandering aimlessly
and it’s okay to not have anything
to show for time other than to say
you watched the clouds roll by.
A kind old man tried to convert me.
I guess he didn’t know that I’d already been born again
by the light of your eyes and the sun on my skin.

And when I got home, I saw you running
naked through the wet grass.
A blur of white, so bright and beautiful.

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released April 1, 2010

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Kim June Johnson British Columbia

Kim June Johnson is a poet and award-winning Canadian singer-songwriter. Her new album, Canvas & Clay was released in May 2014. Produced by Marc Atkinson (The Bills) it features guest performances by Daniel Lapp (trumpet and fiddle) and Scott White (upright bass). It is Kim's most pop-oriented record to-date and garnered her a 2015 Vancouver Island Music Award. ... more

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Track Name: Saturday
Saturday.
The streets were wet with rain.
No one came
and I sat there on the wall again
while the light
stretched out across the sky.
I wrote my questions on a piece of paper
and I let them fly,
let them fall into the grey-blue water
where the light was shining

And when I got home, I saw you running
naked through the wet grass.
A blur of white, so bright and beautiful.

Sometimes I go out wandering aimlessly
and it’s okay to not have anything
to show for time other than to say
you watched the clouds roll by.
A kind old man tried to convert me.
I guess he didn’t know that I’d already been born again
by the light of your eyes and the sun on my skin.

And when I got home, I saw you running
naked through the wet grass.
A blur of white, so bright and beautiful.