Melt Me
I am frozen solid. A rock-hard candy
refusing to melt. My molecules squeak
like rubber sneakers on linoleum.
What if I thaw and become puddle, flood, river
rollicking robust remnant of my former self
structure broken down –
rushing earth’s landscape carving disarray and beauty.
I become Mother Nature
peek through dark woods to witness stars shoot the sky
an indigo universe that tantalizes beyond –
a precious, precarious, evolving, spiritual expansion of souls.
I thaw soft as whispers on a first date
hope disintegration gives rise to bright new testaments of time
ticking in slow motion. I both merge and reemerge
return home to tired bones renewed.
Come, come, my friends and allies
quiet my frothing litany of thoughts.
Help crack my atomic innards
to power living beings
whose destinies, like shadows, have been cast aside.
Melt me into transformation.
Sandra Levy