Pre-adolescent me finds comfort in heavenly places. |
How did a storm become a lullabye And thunder the sound of peace? How did lightening become beauty bright, And why must rain ever cease? This back porch has a roof of tin It amplifies the sound As fat raindrops hit, then roll off Onto the sodden ground I am eleven, and with my best friend A basset with deep brown eyes We crouch behind a red blanket, staring Into the leaden summer skies Grown far too big for a girl my age, Too fat, too tall, bad skin A speech defect and stringy dark hair No clique will let me in. So my dogs and cats become my life And the changing night sky, my love Inconstant, brooding, starry or stormy It keeps me looking above. Although alone, I am not lonely. Acquainted with sorrow, not sad I would not trade the chatter of friends For one sunset evening I've had. Rising to rush into the arms of dawn My love will not wait for me Resplendant in red, purple and gold The sight sets my slow heart free. Then the evenings come, and a single star Promises many to come, soon.. And I count stars from my bedroom window While hanging from a crescent moon. For now all I need are my dogs, cats and stars And the clouds in my changing skies And once in awhile, the storms and the rain To hide the tears in my eyes. |