Raptured
I am born of contrary,
of call out before I raise my hand
color out of the lines,
won’t pay for the dye
so my hair turns grey
I am made of fire
a storm brewing
tiny ice particles colliding
positive and negative spark
a bolt from the sky
You may call me intense but who wouldn’t be
when all you have to do is look outside
and see the leaves shuttering
the sky miraculously painting
colors
that haven’t even been named
yet
just look up into the night
when there is no moon
and you will know what I am talking about
Am I the only one who believes
aging is like flying?
getting closer to god
and that prayer is as simple as a walk
around the block
watching the seasons
slip right before our eyes
leaves crunching
ice dripping
sun rising and falling
If anyone had told me
that I was going to
love like this
I would have been asked to be born
a hundred times over
and I will be born a hundred times again
because being wrapped
and raptured
is like a feast
at the long table
everything you need
is there for the taking
There is nothing more to do
than to defy
Defy time, Defy space, Defy expectancies
go ahead
imagine this world is beautiful
