Sometimes I try to walk like a rainstorm.
As if little tendrils of lightning
Spark along my skin,
Twirl in the ends of my hair,
Arc around my waist.
As if my steps are drops hitting the ground
Staccato
Heavy
Full of life and anger.
As if my heartbeat is a roll of thunder
Thrum dum dum
That reverberates in my bones
Like a gong struck.
Like my eyes are full of those little
Jewels of water that
Cling to the grass blades and spiderwebs,
And not tears.
As if my breath is a river
Fed by them- those gems of cut agony-
Rushing constant and steady
Down through the soles of my feet:
All that electricity
Has to go somewhere.
So sometimes I try to walk like I'm
A rainstorm
And pretend the world will take it
From my fingers and my lips,
My steps.
Pretend that, like the rain,
The overflowing of my soul will feed the Earth and seep inside
(And not run along it
Slick and alien like oil.)