I can smell the rain in them,
feel the distant ocean from a forgotten shore
like rumbling terror
thunder vibrates through my chest
up my bare feet,
lightning like wild birds racing the sky,
splitting it in purple burns with their brilliance.
To run barefoot through the grass
as the sky shatters and falls down upon me,
washing me clean of all the world
as I strip myself of their perpetual sighs.
I keep the thunder in my heart
under my feet,
snap the lightning in my eyes
as I stand bare in the grass,
laughing as the sunlight hides
and the terror falls.
I revel in these days,
when the world sinks away from itself,
forgetting me in it’s sights.
Maybe the wings will bring the rumbling and the birds today,
maybe they  will come
wash away the world
so I can strip away their sighs
and run barefoot in the grass.

Megan L. Kircher