"The Storm" by Carmela Santini

                                                                                                           different. 

                                                                                        The rain today...feels 

                                                                            As though more than

                                                                   a storm brewing.

                                                      Tonight, the lightning will

                                                 reach the earth like hands.

                                                             Hands of a person

                                                                      Hands of mine.    Hands of mine that are

                                                                                           cold. Cold from the rain.

                                                                                                Cold from my tears.

                                                                                                                 Cold. 

                                                                                                  Like the night of 

                                                                                          The impenetrable 

                                                                                       water.

Sweeping over the houses,

Taking it all

Like the greed of hurt.

Of anguish and disgust.

All built up before crumbling over

The small town

left the ones I love dear,

cold. motionless. dirty.

The bodies becoming hazy to the eye

til only an indistinct mass

Blurred, Forgettable

In my mind

the water

flooding the ridges

of my brain

till all I can do is scream

scream like the lightning

Booms.

helpless to the

morphing, in my heart

Into a spring,

Held in a box,

Just hold it in place 

one more time

Before it unravels again.

So, when I grab the earth with the lightning of my hands

don’t expect it to be only

The shift of the house settling.