Personas built in clothing

The suit persona has false power
with a political understanding of a stark environment.
The moment the suit jacket is buttoned,
the smile fades into white walls with no windows.
The clutter of emails-- click, clack, click, clack.
The keys sound like tap dancers
on a road march.
Wearing the suit is unnatural, and steals the inner beauty
of a creative soul.

The sweatpant persona is relaxed like the track pants
and tanks free of bras and restriction.
A natural beauty with limited amounts of make up and
free-flowing, disheveled hair.
The stress of the day is now gone--
the best part of the day is when you arrive.
When we can lounge in sweatpants together and drink wine--
the restrictions of the suit unravel.
The vision of you, sitting on the counter in Adidas gear and a headband
echoes the bliss of sweatpants.

Peak Season

Tourist gather around the Tidal Basin during peak season--
awaiting the blooms of cherry blossoms bursting with
hints of pale pink and white.
The window of opportunity so slight to marvel in the beauty,
only soon to be washed away by rain and thunderstorms so loud
they echo across the Potomac like Narcissus calling out,
"is anyone there."
The remains of the branches are bare and ordinary,
passing as common trees fading into the others.
Until next year, the branches are dark and unaided--
lines of tourist impatiently await the next offering.

level 5 rapids

Helmets strapped, life vests tight against bare skin, rafts submerge in the river on the warmest day of Spring.  Sun shining so bright the reflection
from the water slowly reddens skin and draws silhouettes in its body.
The raft floats steadily moving from left to right with minimal speed
allowing for conversations and laughter.
Around the bend, the river forks into two distinct routes—
both with paths leading to unlike sceneries.

The left rapid can slurp its inhabitants into a spell of excitement, risk and
danger while offering a beautiful route through a miraculous gorge ending
with a site similar to Gorges du Verdon in France.
The resonance of rushing water so powerful it sounds like a percussion musical. With each rapid, the current gets stronger, and riders are thrown from the raft pleading for a hand to lift them back to shelter, security, and steadiness.

The right rapid offers comfort and reliability with minimal threats to safety like those cars who auto break when a hazard is near.
The route is a peaceful journey with minimal pace changes and obstructions whose waters are shaded by large oak trees.  The rider cannot view anything further than the lines of leaves, but revels in the beauty of those objects that can be touched.

The fork is drawing near, the raft is swaying, the riders are split with
half their ores drawing left and the others right. 

Immovable.