bipolar weather

The wind collided with the summer.

The coconut shells basked in the joy

The wonderful echoes of laughter cased itself in

As the darkness of the chill barged it’s way in

It’s arms pushing, dragging its feet against the humid air

Clenching its wrist on the edges of the sun

.Shade.

Hands were burnt when the fire was built,

That was our only memory of the sun.

We were guided by the snowflakes

The acid white stones hailing itself high,

Falling hard against the sun-kissed skin

Melting much more than the splitting shells

Did into our fingertips when the monsoon came

And our survival was the only importance

In this game.

She was ruthless, powerful, larger than land could contain

She spat her anger, shouted her anguish

Our once safe shores united with her, distressingly

We sat there like seeds drowning in the water

Waiting to grow.

But we never did.

The birds hid

But we never did

 

Because we were forgiving, the seeds that drown.