Evaporation

“Evaporation 41” by Stephanie Menard

odd times are upon me
when the air wants me
more than I still want myself
it draws out my liquids
the essence that moistens
makes supple my surface
this skin I have worn for so long
dried out clutches of atoms
are lifted away caught
like smoke in a vortex
organic invisible uprise
disrobing me taking my
skin-felt touch memories
feelings familiar estranged
given up one by one
to a volume of vapor
that age and fatigue
have resigned to empower
accruing a transfer of will
as I dissipate ever so slowly
identity forfeited unto
transformative winds
where the bits and the pieces
of what had been me
find free-radical futures
transported by conjugal skies
forming bonds with the residues
shed by old souls whom
I never had met in whole flesh
but will nonetheless join
mingling molecules
bellying clouds till the weight
of us grows to the birthing point
heavy release in the form
of fresh torrents of rain
falling falling fat globules
that diminish reform and refine
with each league of descent
till we light oh so gently
distilled cleansed and pure
to repopulate earth

 

 

From my book Ephemera