ask the old man -
its the quiet girls ,
the ones you don't notice
she stopped
on his corner in a spinning city
twirling her silk umbrella
a rain drop carousel
of prismatic moments
life
a secret in an oblivious world
the crowd moved around her
another stranger in a stranger land
she knew there was something more
beyond this night
she raised her chin
the spell of her icy eyes
quivering the sky
releasing diamonds from her mind
and the lightning struck
she chanted out loud , as he took notice
clock hands slowing
street lights flickering
blackness draping the rush of madness
they felt it ...
Fear
and she laughed
"humanity bred in sin and greed
shouldn't mind this insidious weather"
"artificial light , so easily replaced
especially for the human race "
and she looked around
having fought this battle
so many times before
and thought how she probably will
so many times more
she caught the old man nodding
as he looked up at the falling sky ,
and he turned and grinned
wide eyed and wondering
" Whats your name ? " he politely asked
" Kali " she winked
and then burst into flame
a burning lotus
upon the rising sea
of chakras in the rain
copyright 2011 Robin Christopher Amaral