There was an edge.
Cold and determined
Ready to fight
Blurry eyes gaze the misted fields
Facing the morning with confidence
Resilience; Pumping through veins
Like steel pipes
Heavier, faster
Today will be different.
With a prolonged exhale
Of coffee and disappointment
The gravity tugs on the arm of her sweater.
The edge is screaming.
Birds are chirping
Not singing
And In a more sullen tone
Than yesterday/
Breeze ascending
Fragments of dirt
Scraping her bare skin
A reminder, a warning
Dismissed though acknowledged
Absorbing details
The past is humming
Pulsing her eardrums
All she wanted
Was a thunderstorm.