Weather tapped at my window this evening
and sat down on the sill waiting…
it’s presence echoed through the glass panes
dripping heavy in air loaded with vapours
a lump rose from my heart to sit in my throat
tears swelled deep inside the pit of my stomach
I fear being vulnerable
I wait for this glass to break
I wait for the weather to open
I wait for the vapours to explode
I wait for seasons to claim this weather
for I can’t reside within me
with vapours hung in this air…
This work by Pritpal Kaur is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 2.5 India License.
Based on a work at pritpalkaur.in.
