feel your way through the rainy photos below,
see them newly in the words beneath,
and perhaps sense your pores opening as you
smell, taste, remember your own rain-soaked experiences of
being here and loved.
here I am
standing in the rain, palms upturned
clouds rising and falling from mountain heart to sky and back again.
my breath quickens
and heart spills open, unfurling through my arms,
streaming down my legs,
in undulating waves,
rises up from ground
and achingly presses into the back of my throat.
my tongue, heavy and wet, pulses against teeth,
finally pushing through
touch the smell
leaves on stone, muddied bark,
my own damp hair curling around my face
the way these bright flowers tug at my ankles
you are here—
I can taste you!
~ jeni, 9/17/18 ~
photos: me, Springfarm Trailhead, Mohonk Preserve; September 17, 2018.