Return

A gust of wind streamed lazily past me,
tottering ever so unsteadily under
the heavy clouds, in the whimsical
sagacity that provokes ideal eternity.

The tree smiled at me gently, leaves
cloistered in their burden of raindrops
sadly left behind, screaming agony,
demanding to drown in sweet gravity.

As I looked up to the thunder for a
moment not too long, the green giant
shuddered, shrugged in surrender, and
from up high, let a drop fall on me.

Nothing to ponder on, just a slow sigh
of surreal abandon, as the cold warmth
rolled from my eye and over my cheek
returns to impregnate the earth’s womb,
yet again.