abstraction at its best

I’ve been stepping around puddles in the largest concrete ocean I’ve ever seen. One toe here, a pinkie there, one dip and drown-

and sometimes I dance more than avoid.

The wind whips around me, yearning like branches of all the trees I never knew. I should have climbed. The oxygen twists around my limbs, hollowing through me and through me like I don’t even exist.

The sky darkens, against me and its fate is unavoidable. One by one, the rain drops fall, numbers accumulating until my head is so full (and I’m no longer transparent) I'm no longer dancing –

I am drenched.