April has brought me home this summer evening.
There is a huge field of sunflowers
Just beyond my garden;
And over it are parasails
Swooping down from above a yellow sea
I am sitting in the rain,
because the weatherman told me to
he told me it would only drizzle
nothing to worry about
he said.
I saw you talking to the whale last night.
You were both singing.
Should I peel my ears off of my skin?
So that I might not hear the whalesong
When you sing
The raindrops are now falling asleep,
They tilt towards the shore
And become a sea around me;
They sway in and out of the gaps between my toes;
It seems a storm is coming
The sunflowers, now,
Are turning their heads to one another
In search of light
They seem to have found it,
Though the sky only grows more blue
The men on the parasails are falling to sea
Everything is red.
I turn my face to the sand under me,
And my mouth is full of gravel
The sunflowers twist around each other;
My sea turns orange as the whales strain to sing with you
~jhinuk