Earth sounds loud above,
ominous thundering breaks my concentration.
We know the sun is there, but the light is easily expelled
from our vision, our skin, our memory in moments unbearable.
I let rain fall on my feet.
I let it cleanse what is tired.
A chill runs up my legs,
and I know I’ll be home soon, though I’m sitting,
still as something sculpted by hands,
better yet by something underestimated
A mellow lull of onward stretching split-seconds is what brings me back to my own face
In the mirror of clear skies,
the veil is slowly lifted.