I keep these clouds hidden in my shoe,
the rain in my pocket.
I keep the lightning in my ears,
thunder in my hand,
these shoes, well, they fly
and my pocket floods.
My ears only hear the light sounds,
and my hand, it just trembles.
Though all of this,
these things that I hold onto
are ever present:
the sky is still too far away.
So I nail my feet to the floor
poke holes in my pocket,
refuse to listen
and bury my hand under stones.
No matter – nature will always win
and I will be back to you:
I know this.
even the glacier will return to the sea.
screaming at low volumes
