sitting outside of work
dilapidated jeep
light misting
splotched
spreading like button mushrooms
across the windshield
fluid bulbs trapping light
obscured sun hidden from sight
smog grey clouds splayed overhead
so thick
I think they’re grazing the treeline
piercing the turgid mat
gnarled limbs
ruffled fingers swaying
with anticipation
they dance for the rain
as we once danced for the rain
thanking the unholy
unknowing
yet grateful nonetheless
i stuck my arm out the window
reaching toward sky just like them
wanting to touch clouds
shear that wispy down
scoop the ice from its core and swallow it
to feel the chill
i let the dew bead
across alabaster flesh
observed as marbles
rolled upon the darkness of my follicles
osmoting
drinking in rain
sharing in the culture of the peaceful ent
but
my roots must be displaced
transplanted
because today I work