Weather, &, Forecast

I’ve run out of rains inside of me

& Crushed into skylines internally.

I converse with the horizons,

Foliage, & considerations of springs.

I hear & I heart. I concern

& I understand.

I own verses & I break

Them.  Along the sunlight

Glazed street,

I’m looking for fossils of the past

& Future in pebbles. I study them

& I shadow, too. I put them

At the end of life’s equation. 

– Never enough & never equal –

I am prospecting for hope.

So I ask for veins, I ask for roots,

I ask for transportation of

Landslides, earthquakes & storms.

When I lose sleep at night,

I take attendance of clouds

& Stars, I accompany the

Presence of darkness.

I stretch to fit in the gap of light.

I deep & I shallow. I flow.

& On the edge of the dark-ful silence,

Trees & owls invite me in.

With them & the light’s ghost,

I sing, shout & I howl also.

I sketch punctuations

On the forest floor: question marks

Submitted for life &

Ellipsis designed for fall.

– In those beautiful seasons

I comma, I period,

I noun & I verb,

Till the thorns in my eyes

& My languages are clean.

Then I dirt & I polish. Slowly,

Delicately, accumulatively,

I smog, I snow, I star & I soil;

I rise & I rose – I’m dashes and flowers

When I witness the sky fall.

2021.10.11