To be the king of Ants

Painting:Vladimir Kush

Rain betrays?

Was it the rain?

The beautiful transparent pearl

Taste like orange

Smell like fresh mud

Baked in the sky

I thought the rain was the source,

The cloud in my head

Cursing the colloidal droplets

Floating in my head!

The refusal of cell to act

So, I can’t think!

I had to hate the rain and what it did!
was it not protecting me

the flat-hood of a running truck?

Imagine hating the source of cleansing!

The transparent soul 
tear drops from the sky

Mother of life

God’s way of pouring joy tears to wash it all

all of it

Imagine hating the rain

But!

The connection I’ve built with the trees

Contrast the notion

So I dance once more

With the source of joy

Getting wet, being alive

screaming the loudest of scream

With no sound

Pounding my feet in puddles of joy

Water splashing

mud envy

dance it all

wash it all

sing, sing with nature

pure as can be

the trees cover my body

I’m laying on the ground

Being one with dirt, transparent!

Pulsing the ground

Gaining strength

my limbs taste the rain
The need to do a somersault

clings to my veins

Standing upside down

Shouts:"take it all in"

I can climb one more time

The tallest or

the shortest of trees

defy gravity once more

I’ll be the king of ants!

Yes, I can sleep through it all

I can be rain!

p.k

Nov 17,12