She gave in to the eyes she saw today
A message, would you like to chat?
Which, before even read, caused more tidal waves than he could possibly imagine, more receding water lines, more drowning navy depths.
Okay. Im free on Monday. I take it this won’t be a light-hearted conversation
I reply. I explain.
He doesn’t reply.
I reply again.
But I do not want to play scrabble and formulate a reason out of the scraps you give me.
So I say goodnight. I’ll see you Monday, if you wish to let me know when.
Above Regina Spektor’s resounding voice,
The Grahamstown sky cracks open
In drumrolls of thunder
Like God is listening
And with his stethoscope he echoes my heartbeat
Pounding and pounding
The waves, my heart, the skies
The skies, my heart, the waves
And suddenly the rain comes
Bashing into my roof
One minute three five
And it stops
A sign of baptism, perhaps,
Renewal and breath
To the lightning.
The sleeping pill travels swiftly from finger to lips
As I climb into bed I can only hope that S-S-Sedative
Will soften the pounding all around me, all inside me.
Thunder envelops me. Sedative. Thunder. Shhh.