Sometimes I need to feel life touch me hard
before I can think clear.
Even when what’s inside is cool and clean and library quiet,
and the outside hangs heavy
with heat and
sticky wetness.

The outside rubs me naked
with life
until I open wide.

An arrogant mosquito kiss.
The embrace of a web.
Sudden rain alarms and illuminates me
like a Zen master’s swat
on the crown.

Aaahhh!
The fullness of what is real —

Easier to catch, and
harder to deny …
than when you’re cool
and powdered.

@PamGoodeWrites/Sophie’s Wild Hair