Good morning! Kind of laughing at my transparent posts as of late...I really am quite open in person as well. Surprises people sometimes. Indeed, I am grounded too, and I do have a filter, and I can also be quite quick with lightness and jokes. In any place where you're supposed to be quiet, I'm known to crack jokes in the background, for sure. I used to get in trouble at church. I suppose I'm still that girl who likes to cause trouble every now and then.
A poem I've been working on...I was going to revise it this morning, but I decided to leave it how it is. Hope you have a good day, Christine.
Volcano
First, our vapor room.
Your wild hand, a spark,
graces my cheek, waking
me red, no, yellow. Fierce
light spills through thin,
pale curtains --
a poor, silk sheet
foaming at the mouth.
If windows could speak,
they’d surely be laughing.
I push back the edge
of perspiring covers,
afraid to blink and miss
mountains – one twitch,
one shift, one changed
breath, your curious
animation, each moment
drawn out of the blue,
relentless fire. First,
our vapor room. Left
behind -- any old surface,
the black, steaming rock.
Softly, I am buried, burning
new, as fragile as an ash.
C.A. MacConnell
