I am not her
this
we both know
not yet
or not ever
I do wonder
sometimes
who she might be
as I also have
a few good ideas
about him
Then I cry
and I worry
considerably
because you are not him
and I am not her
in this oddity
even though
we could be
And I am so afraid
of losing you
to them
Copyright©2022 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
The clouds are grey today
And the wind is silent
I can still see over the tree tops
In the distance
Across the valley
Where the birds have ceased
To chirp
To the symphony of leaves
rustling
Peddals move at 50 km an hour
That of humans hustling
And alas
The long awaited
soaks my clay
and rocks
Ahhhhhhh
What-a-day!
The vapor rises
Ahhhhhhhhhh
It feels so good
these huge drops
of refreshing
condensate
The thunder
rhythms
Like it should
So bold
So loud
So boastful
A flash of lightening
Here and there
To colour the drear
And make the stage
A perfect set
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh
I am completely wet
For this maiden role
As this maiden rolls
building momentum
Spurred on by a rush
of wind
A gush
of water
To finally take up
Her place on this street
Making it impassable
So
To be birthed again
Copyright©2022 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
Silence as deafening as noise
Light as blinding as darkness
Knowledge as low valued
As the unknown
Friends that weigh the same as enemies
Joy as crippling as sorrow
Yesterday just like tomorrow
Copyright©2022 by Camille Caliscia Patrick
