Something to Do on a Dark, Windy Day

By Michelle Pichon

When the day is dark

and the wind is blowing

hard and continuously

through the trees

bending them

like blades of grass

go outside

close your eyes

and imagine the sound

is a crowd

screaming

cheering

just

for you

moons and flowers bloom

I held your hand

and you felt something

alive in me

your blind eyes saw beneath my skin

what I was not ready to perceive

your glowing face and shining laughter

embraced the light in me

and blessed it with your touch

I held your hand

and felt your moon

alive in you

alive in me

your blind eyes masking your real sight

where visions are bright

and dance and sing in chorus

all around you

we held hands

and flowers grew between them

you said it was good

and I finally saw it too

Copyright © Michelle Pichon. All rights reserved.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR  

Michelle Pichon is a Louisiana Creole with roots in Slidell and Isle Brevelle, Louisiana. Teaching English at Northwestern State University is her bread and butter but poetry is her chocolate cake and Sauvignon Blanc at the end of the day. She has previously been published in Country Roads, Xavier Review, and Louisiana English Journal. She is co-founder of Down River Art Gang (DRAG) where she and her friends put on killer multi-cultural, multi-genre art shows and other events. 


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