Waiting

Published in Lost in Tall Grass  (Finishing Line Press 2014)

The wet air clings to me.
Suffocating blanket soaked with sweat,
instantly it is my skin,
my lungs,
my endless waiting
and I cannot breathe. 

Until thunder snaps the air,
shakes loose the storm,
and I do not move
except to tip up my head
and open my mouth,
waiting for the rain to come and fill me up.