Frozen nervously in the moments I smiled,
As I talked, I weaned, but my mind remained fixed.

 

Leafless trees and dusty paths baking in the March Sun,

Came the unwarned Cloud and covered them all.

Sun gave in and surrendered his might,

Mellowing the Sun, the Cloud smiled.

Life I know is unsure, fluid, and hot,
Hence, I’d decide to keep my mouth shut.

 

The scent of earth when touched by the first drop,
The pain it causes when they sum up.
The smell of a baby and the gigglewhich follows,
The silence of ecstasy and the noise of loss.