Storm Signal // by Jennifer Patino
I am impaired
by a newcomer’s eyes, sunken emerald treasures.
I clutch a choked bubble
of fresh air, a pearl-lined pocket of life,
in the center of my throat.
Clarions blare in my heart,
but I choose not to run.
You are both angelic & terrifying.
Clouds circle overhead & I
think of the meaning of ‘uncanny’.
They are lions,
these storm clouds. I feel hunted.
You start to speak,
& there is no thunder in your voice.
My knees feel the ground give way.
My stomach turns to raindrops,
but I am shocked to be so soothed.
I cave in. My head wraps
around your words
that you spill with such ease.
Yes, I’d like shelter.
Yes, I’m alright with taking your hand.
You make me feel human.
I can taste the puddles
cooling on the pave in the sunlight
already. If there is a rainbow
spanning the fickle sky after
this spastic storm, then I will be sure
that this is the moment I fell in love.
If not, we will drift apart, & this day will be buried.
I hear a pearl drop. A bubble
pops, & pride retreats as you lead me safely away.