This is something that I wrote for my freshman year creative writing class. It’s a bit of a mess. Sorry if you’re religious and thought that this was going to be something Christian.
cascading over boughs and
crashing into the chilled earth.
It’s in this flushed coolness that
I make my home.
The world is breathing, and
I have found its beating heart;
my body curls possessively about the pulse until
the ebbing flow of warmth
slaps my face and yanks my eyes to the horizon.
Just in time, I catch the wink
of an abandoning sun.
It’s in that moment I exist
like a hopeful with scouring eyes at a train station.
I wander with the current of the trees,
following the eddies of inquisitive roots, and—
I am poured into your inkwell.
I swirl in confinement,
restless, waiting to be delivered.
When you take up that pen,
I shoot into your veins,
burst into your mind,
send shockwaves that
melt your eardrums.
You scramble to transcribe
what I coyly whisper.
Your heart bangs,
the pen! beating! the paper!
with its urgent cries.
More, your soul breathes.
Dancing just outside your reach,
my entire being thunders.