Friday, February 9, 2018

Oblivious, by Misty Skaggs

Oblivious

If you try and convince me
you can’t smell the rain coming,
I’m liable to conclude
you’re full of shit.
Or else I’d shake my head
and bless your heart.
It’s hard to imagine existing

with your nose stuck in the air
and not a clue what the wind
is trying to tell you.
Listen. The rain crows
are cooing soft warnings
as they pick through the grass
waiting for the worms to wake up.
Look. Every little leaf
turns its pale belly skyward.
There’s a storm coming
and they’re ready to drink it all in. 


Misty Skaggs is an author, artist and activist hunkered down at the end of a gravel road in East Kentucky. Read more of her poems and see pictures of her favorite tree on Instagram @mistymarierae.