Monday, January 18, 2010

Thunder claps and trees

[Update: Also published in Caltech's Totem 2010.] 

A tall leafy tree
is what I wish to be
with feet on the ground
and thoughts in the abound
a gentle breeze makes me fickle
as I shed my leaves in his tickle
my lover though, is the rain storm
I sense his arrival with winds strong
powerless, delirious, oblivious, I sway
finally I can take no more of this foreplay
wet is my bosom and joyful my dissolution