Sky, I can match your wild hysterics,
Drop for drop and blow for blow.
I’ve lived too many days and sleepless nights
At ninety-nine percent humidity,
Until my hair has frizzed to twice its size
And walking feels like hacking through the jungle.
I’m done with heat lightning: bring on the storm.
It’s time for all the sky to split apart,
Burst out with all the water you have stored,
And I will give as good as I can get
And we will drown the earth.
On Second Thought
Hasty young river, heedless and wild,
You go tumbling, leaping, and shining,
Tripping over your feet along the way.
Your water is clear, your channel is shallow;
“Bed” is untrue when you never seem to rest.
Your path cuts cleanly through the rock and you go on,
Still hurling yourself forward, ever onward,
Toward a destination you have never seen.
Will you throw yourself off a waterfall,
Plunge halfway down, and wonder too late
If you never should have jumped at all?