and cloaks me under
its raw shades of aches and smiles.
i finger the rebellion
in the air, its intoxication
drowsily fits in my mind
wanting more than just weather changes
and i waver under
the ninth cloud that is passing me
not wanting to let go because it seems
to be speaking to me. about loss
and distant relationships and smiling
even through sadness.
funny, how it could trust a 15 year old
with its emotions
and even funnier, that i find myself
talking back and opening up too.