sensory

And just like THAT---

more like a clap than a snap---

the clouds began to pour.

With a beginning of whoosh

and a burst of thick drops;

I heard it before

it began.

And smelled it,

Overwhelmingly.

My closed eyes,

face upturned,

see it best.

I stopped trying

for a taste long ago,

but will accept

a droplet

on my lips.

It feels like glitter

SHOULD feel.

Comfort

We recently got a new computer for our wee family.

And it strikes me as odd when I realize just how comforted I am by the slight ticky-tackying of my fingernails upon the keyboard as I feel language flow out of me. It is such a foreign feeling, that of communication pouring out, as though silvery liquid.

The artistry I lack in communication verbally, my inability to form the words I desire when I need them, anxiety of word choice and other's perceptions, all fade away.
Like a heavy storm cloud which has dropped its weight and can now ride the currents of the air, knowing that it fits in.

Not always sure how, but knowing, inexplicably, that it does fit in. 

That feeling of being perfectly at home within myself.
Comfort.

little details

The cards spoke to me.

They spoke of growth and change---

of humble learning

                          from humble teachers.

They spoke of pride

                          and swallowing it

for my own sake.

They spoke of watching---

without interjection 

                            or "helping".

What astonishing things can be learned from

                                                                                   simply watching.