THUNDERSTRUCK
jd hegarty
Kind one, made of steam:
you name me sweet one, you
name me and I answer in kind. Today
I noticed the color of the sky, it
was clearest blue and I never saw
the sky as clearly as when I could
share it. You see storm clouds—
you withdraw. I am nervous. I am a
cloud ready to burst. I keep spilling
the pieces of myself into your tender
hands and you hold them up as if
they were always whole. I have never
been so electrified. Your wind is a song
and I want to become it. I see the moon and
want to take you there—
watch you dance without the pull
of this spinning earth. Welcome to
this in between space, this empty
sky of possibility, this space
that is ours alone to inhabit
or to deconstruct. It is as much
humid as hot. A storm brews whether you
hold my hand or let it go. All I want
is to kiss you and very kiss
branches through me, crackling me
as I count seconds waiting for thunder.
jd hegarty
is a a poet, a podcaster, and an essayist living in Saint Paul Minnesota with two loud grey cats. They have an MFA from Hamline University. jd’s work can be found in Chronotope, White Stag, Crab Orchard Review, and Mortar Magazine. Their first chapbook, On Passing was published by Red Bird Chapbooks in 2017. They can be reached at jdhegarty.com.