Quiet

Quiet


I am quiet.
But here is my secret:
When immersed in sunshine
I rush upward in a blooming burst of colour
I am shaped like bright freedom
There are wild songs in me.

I am quiet
But I smell like defiance
And my hands leak lightning.
There is a tree growing in my belly
That bears ripe, wet stars.
Its sap clings to my skin.

I am quiet
But there is an ocean in me
That roars louder than this poem.