How the Sky Chose to Hug Me That Day

By Sam Sobel 

 

I laid on the asphalt like an egg sizzling

In the Florida heat. In the Florida rain

I had drowned in a plastic poncho

Comforted (in secret) by the cling of clear cloth

That hugged and hydrated me.

The ground was far from smooth;

Looking up I made snow-angels in the rocks

Just to see the red on my arms.

The blue of the sky drowned in the whites of my eyes.

I wanted to be like the world of color that Disney was,

But I didn’t know then that color wasn’t supposed to hurt.

My family (meanwhile) kept walking.

 

Sam’s Bio:

Sobel is studying English with a double minor in Creative Writing and German. When he isn’t writing poetry, he is reading and getting adjusted to going to an online university.