SPILL

I am a rain scented woman today

tired inside heavy air smelling peaches and then biting into them

barefoot along familiar paths not sure who I’d like to see

or what I’d hope to hear them say

the sky has been splitting apart for days

air    grows    thick

saturation presses back against its source

and as it all falls to wet against my skin

as all trails of feet purpose

are watered invisible by the split sky I am not wondering about my path

It’s just the world that falls in perfect drops

feeding on its own exploded concentrate

and as one saturation spills into another

I am wondering why this   body of mine   is not   itself   exploding

into endless falling     facets

Why

as heat  thickens  air  condensed  inside me

am I not transformed into the million wet and tiny blessings

my steaming body aches for