Saturday, April 4, 2009

because of T H U N D E R


I just wanted a moment with time.
To hold it and kiss it and keep it still.


but thunder came…
Painting: By Grace Moon

The sky is sweating again. Holding in.

Aching and feverish.


A bird perched on a power line ruffles its feathers.


Casts a weary eye.


Shy with pain, the sky blankets herself from sun.


The wind as usual, is summoned.


The wind as usual, is happy to oblige.

BURST!!!


Epiphany tumbles out, rolling indulgently, pounding patient earth.


BURST!!!


The sky can’t help it.
She was overheating.

BANG!!!


Tears fall violently, mixed with joy,


mixed with longing, mixed with relief.

mixed.

Defiance.


BANG!!!


Everything she couldn’t say in front of sunshine.


She says it now.
Releasing earth from drought.

AWAKENING!!


Creatures from sleep.


Poets from daydreams.


Husbands from forgetting.


AWAKE!!!


Mothers rise before their children.


Grandmothers turn off t.v.


BOOM!!!


a lion roars.


a bird flies.


And the sky lets out one last -
RUMBLE!!!

for ancestors.


Because they also have something to say…


Don’t they always have something to say?


4 comments:

  1. the painting is amazing it gives me shivers.

    Your words are lovely.

    I cry now.

    please keep doing this.

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  2. Any of my further comments will come in a toddler's vocabulary: AH, EH, OH, AAAEIIIIOOHHHH. I hope they sound like a Toddler's.

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  3. mnm, shakti ...
    thanks for the revisit,Akkaji,
    very beautiful
    and missed the first time around... ;)

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