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Alisha Vabba
Poems
Oct 2015
A Storm
The air smells like South America
I am cold and damp and the sky is lilac,
Lit up like the fields in Valensole.
(And I suddenly miss something thatβs not there.)
The wind shakes the trees,
A neighbourβs drain gurgles distinctly
and I always loved the smell of the rain.
Oh, to be unlimited, to be free!
To flutter in the reality of possibilities
Iβve discovered for myself out here.
(I close my eyes and smell the air.)
And Iβm running now,
With my feet on the damp grass
Alongside my discomforts and fears.
On the tepid sand of a beach somewhere,
With Northern Lights flashing above me
And christmas lights burning within me.
I do not care now.
Those distant judgements and colds,
cannot touch me, cannot hurt me!
I slip into memories
Of humid walls, *** and adventures.
Of bright white mornings without sleep, yet at peace.
(And I float back, into the stormy green.)
Five trees: I never knew there where five trees.
I wonder why I never count the things around me!
And the lonely nails on the wall
where the wisteria climbs in the spring,
All the way to the roof top where I lay.
And time shifts into darkness, but I feel no fear.
I am immense, and for a moment
the world is imperfect like me.
My finger tips tingle and my ankles sting.
I feel myself, wet and eternal
And for a moment, just a moment,
I am free.
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