Before the storm came
Before the storm came, I took my own lightning to the river and sent it off through the hallways of trees until it was lost in the moving of light, the moving of water.
I saw this spiderweb come in and out of being.
I stood, barefoot, and let my heart drain into the strong pull of water until I could no longer feel my own legs.
I left something behind and have already forgotten what it was like to hold.