1.
no rainclouds in the sky
just blue
and air
the sound is
crashing in from
somewhere beyond
county lines,
beyond state lines,
outside the borders,
across oceans,
the source:
unknown
and must be
found out.
—
2.
small roots
sprouting from
the soles of my
feet
an invisible storm
churns inside my
chest.
there is
no question
which
will win.
title from “Turning Tables” by Adele
narinda heng 