waking up to thunderclouds

i am a sifter of sands. throwing out broken glass. collecting the bottle tops. i am preserving my memories. mixing in sugar to make them set.

the desert is flushed. red sands and grey skies cut in half by power surges. my ego needs the burn out. the smell of water is everywhere.

the rain imitates small feet. i plunge my toes into the residue. forget my lines when i need them. draw them again. this time in the mud.