Feeling Big

Written November 2023

Notes: N/A

I run after a twister,
barefoot and splintered,
in my car, I drive toward high winds,
with my camera,
shaky down an empty road

Each breath comes like a promise,
tornado of my own lungs,
ringing in my ears,
I pick up the call,
cut out of magazines and memories,
big things are coming, I know,
they’re already here

I hook the whale with my own two hands,
and pull it out of the muddy sky,
fleshy,
wrapped in a blanket of black holes,
I fall into the mouth of the storm,
and I drown in the expanse,
of being strewn throughout questions,
hidden in the crowd,
I gasp and I am back on the highway
In the middle of the world
Small, and held gently in warm hands,
of tiny, tiny people.