And suddenly I am seized
into a torrent of my emotion
a stormy veined ocean holding me
in its arms as I suppress my body
into nothing, just simply the way
the wind lifts your hair in a breeze or
how the sky likes to echo your mood
or maybe I am the shadow of darkness
striking your face as the sun has set
and the light is almost gone. Or maybe
I am the soft whistle in the air
rushing past your ear or I am the moment
when your music is playing, the sun is warm on
your face and you look out over the graffiti walls below
you and feel okay again. You remember
a million footsteps have pounded the
ground beneath you. The feeling that you
will never be the last; the world will not
stop going.