tendrils of flaxen wind dance
billows & curls into incandescent
blinks, and heaves open
the mouth and its million raindrops,
faint caress of song lingers, a heavy fog;
and shoulder blades beg to beat
to the tune of flight, arms flail solo-
a slow push and legs swim
as naked moons peek toward a sunrise,
hail intensifying the mien.
night and her mortifying
I am lonely child
deserted and small,
insignificant to your power,
crouched without morning’s touch.