MidWestern WaterMusic

Storm

The rain rattles the window air conditioner
And I am unsettled like the storm,
Thunder like a murky base line,
There's something about that tone,
Grandma use to say she could feel rain
In her bones
When it was coming

Beads of it, streams of it
Are dribbling down the glass,
Jolts of light across the sky
In sudden sharp attack,
And I can't see the moon

And I feel so alone

Heavy in myself, this gloom,
This trickle down effect,
Can I weather another
Storm without getting wet

It's not letting up, and I'm not finding
Comfort anymore
That angels are bowling in heaven,
Or scores are settled evenly

Maybe the change of tempo
As the storm picks up speed
Reveals my bleeding darkest
Needs, moody and grey
Unforeseen, trembling
The bone of me

If only 
I had known it was coming

	Slow Deep Breaths
 
heavy
belly 
overstretched 

	slow deep breaths 

Swollen breasts
 
my body 
possessed 
by the living

	slow deep breaths 

Taunt, tight flesh

inside me 
elbow, knee, fist 
flip in aqua aerobics 

	slow deep breaths 

Clean nest
 
a constant backache 
prayer for waters to break
then a blessed pool 

of the fluid of love
 
	slow deep breaths

As contractions come 

	We Breathe

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