Microburst

[~Sophia~]

Microburst.... by ~Sophia~

a small cloud I can hide with my thumb
a hazy slip of pale- even if it rained
it wouldn’t be enough
the distance between two drops

awake, light filters through
blinds that twitter open to
neap sun and moon arguing

the hawk looks for its wrist
one hip, one hand, one nerve

the pious think we should bet on heaven
but I think that’s like playing hide and seek
alone in the lingering of everything – like

the long drought between O and O
an inaudible language, telescoping heat
through marrow - the distance between
two drops in a desert

[qimissung]

I never liked the idea of taking one's measure so much as I do now. Who would have thought that the parched and arid desert could inspire the "inaudible language" of the soul?