The steel colored sky draws me out
as everyone else scurries in.
The treetop’s wild dance is reflected in my eyes
as I pay barefoot homage to the gathered elements
and storm ready to be birthed in their play.
I am aware of the ogling through glass.
Any fool can tell whispers apart from honest thunder.
Fool is one of the more charitable epithets given to me
from the asylum of their sturdy walls.
If I stayed inside, away from the feel
of wind tumbling my hair around me,
if I denied myself the pleasure
of water easing the heat
of the day from my skin,
I’d be the darling of all the parties
featuring makeup and storage containers.
I would not be alone.
But I am alone, watching the clouds unabashed
at their own power, parading their majesty.
When the rain finally comes,
I, as the lone worshipper
sing the hallelujahs in my heart
out loud so that the voyeurs
will have something to discussat the next container party.
Song Choice: I Want to Break Free by Queen