You see me walking away and remark in a cutting voice –
pitched to be heard –
how standoffish I am
she doesn’t have much spark does she…?
Look past the seedy exterior needing new paint
and some rigorous landscaping.
I’m the spark that sets a forest ablaze.
I’m a volcano goddess exploding without warning
I’m lightning and winds that shriek down from mountains
that our ancestors prayed to and tried to placate.
I don’t waste my words on you
because once that gate is lowered
the torrent pours unchecked and your imprint may not be found for a millennium…
So I stand aside..
It’s a cold place
a solitary place
so familiar that my feet have worn grooves.
I let the rain fall on my face and my feelings
and wonder that my cheeks don’t steam.
The world is a wonderful place for those who don’t walk with their shadows
but trying to find your place in the sun
can be difficult for one who melts.