Untamed

Silently, I watch as my feet fall in a choreographed routine
Pittering below me, dancing with the wind.
My eyes flee from point to point,
Elegantly crafted scene to elegantly crafted scene.
The breeze is ever so sweetly kissing my every inch.
Softly grazing each surface with its untamed  lips
Creeping athwart my lightly freckled skin,
A glistening smile runs across the domain that is my face
This feeling unlike any I could ever fathom into an arrangement of words,
This feeling is the gleaming light of a full moon
Touching base with the lonely adobes,
Sending shivers of life throughout the land, arising as dancing tumbleweeds.
Instantaneously a twitch is striking me
Like the lighting above illuminating the sky.
The sudden force mocks me
Striking again and again
Within my personal spiral of containment.
My smile once bright and uncontained
Only a flickering flame
Dull and fighting for the faint, warm wind to carry it to a roar once again
But the wind is cold and unforgiving
Promptly gaining force.
The ceiling of stars casting over me rapidly dissipates
Now an angry sea of bouldering clouds.
These clouds are not soothingly tranquil,
They do not look down on my frail body with a sense of ease.
Angelic, comforting, serene.
They are not injected with purity, the simple color of a happy sky.
These clouds are dangerously black,
Crowding out the vicinity,
Coming down on my very being.
These clouds powerful, brutal.
In comparison I am nothing but a speckled deer
Meekly cowering as the predator locks eyes.
The sky.
The wind.
The air surrounding.
I once believed
When I was merely a naive, piddling young girl
That the aesthetically pleasing nature
Consuming each sector of my world
Was filled to the brim with unwavering bliss
And then lighting struck.
  
-Haylee R. Curry