Hum

Feeling really strange
like the electric charge 
thrumming in the still air 
right before a mid-summer’s thunderstorm. 
It’s not looming disaster, 
but its no sunny day, either. 

Still, I lean out the window 
to catch the first drops of rain on my fingertips.


My heart is a balloon 
attached to the hose in your un-mowed backyard 
and I’m growing 
and e x p a n d i n g 
but my skin is stretched so thin, I’m almost translucent 

and I’m praying 
that I don’t split open before I’m filled.

Reviews

[BDOHERTY527]

Love ittt. But you are a balloon with a perfect little hole in it so you can let out the bad air when sucking in more good air.