Evolving Emotions: Familiar Weather

You are perched

A wooden stool in the kitchen

Creaking beneath your weight

Staring out at

The meadow beyond

Past the chipped window frame

The light pours like water

Streaming through

Weathered glass

An alluring glow

Inviting eyes to

Dip

and Dive

Across the hills

And into the trenches

Its beauty is

Undeniable

But you can’t shake

The twinge in your chest

A stab at your tissue

Inside your head

It nags

A

Disturbing

Disruption

Amidst the serenity

The possibility

The hills

Vacillating

The trees

Snapping

The sky

Darkening

The rocks

Clamoring

The chirping of birds

Screeching

The rushing of water

Pounding

The movement of clouds

Hastening

The whistling of grass

Shrilling

Sending the mind

Into a frenzy of static

Quickening in pace

You feel it.

The light fades

In its place

Are gloomy clouds

Rapturous storms

An unbearable inundation

A pond fills the sink

Entering through the tap

Spilling onto the checkered tile

The countertops

And dull appliances

The rivers flow

With unending power

Through the opened window

The cracks in the walls

The age-worn door

Oceans form inside your skull

Waterfalls drain your eyes

Taking with it the innocence you held

Leaving hollowness behind

Wracked with exhaustion

All dries up

The sun burns flesh

The light lay strangely now

You were used to the ponds

The rivers

The oceans

Only for them to leave you

A battered husk

On a wooden stool.