Sensing
I am learning
To shape myself
With the seasons
Forming my body
Around hours
And months
Ground water
Weaving itself
Differently
Each day
Through my hair
Time invading
And waking my brain
No longer just
Casually clapped
Around wrists
Sensing a shift
Umbilically
When the west wind
Turns course
Tugging me
Wrapping my waist
From the east
Thunderheads
The gods
Who brew
And break my plans
Smelling
Their warning
On the air
Electric pheromones
Portending
Awe calling
Like clockwork
Each dusk
To the swallows
As they gather and play
Above pastures
And somedays
I am pulled
To walk among them
Until dark
And I swear
We are all hysterical
Feeling currents
Dodging fate
While we can
And laughing
-me
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