written January 04, i love nostalgia and digging through old notebooks... i fiddled with this a little. but it's basically the same


Dancing

one

followed by

many

hurtling towards

the ground

and I often wondered

did they get…

scared?

I used to lift my head

when they started

I'd run outside and

get

happy

I'd dance in their midst

and sing

to their rhythm

I'd swallow them

and let them hit me,

harder

and harder

but it never hurt

they tasted

like

mountains air

and ocean's rocks

so when I got older

I never asked

why mountains

smell

like

rain.