The call

5.18.13

I'll come back like the rain I've forgotten to wait for.  I will come back with a hush, then a growing whisper you might mistake for wind.  I am not wind.  Not wind any longer.  I will come back strung with lights and curls.  I will come back green-eyed again.  I will come back crying.  The world will gurgle and flow.  I will come back barefoot.  I will come back miniature.  I will come back without the wheels spun out inside me.  I will come back without ice.  I will come back with grief.  I will come back with fury.  I'll come back like a kiss through tears.  I'll come back salty, and you will know.  I'll come back alone.  I'll come back stitched up.  I'll come back healed.  I'll come back not caring that I will never fully heal.  I will come back shouting.  I will come back screaming.  I will come back throwing the punches I never threw.  I will come back through the years I never lived.  I will come back wanting things.  I will come back wanting everything.  I will come back with skin.  I will come back with fire.  I will come back and swim naked in the lake again.  I will come back with freckles.  I will come back without bullet points.  I will come back armed.  I will come back vulnerable.  I will come back pink.  I'll come back like the last blooming of the popcorn bush in November.  I will know how much I am wanted.  I will know just how rare.  I'll come back bleeding.  I'll come back smiling.  I'll come back laughing from head to toe.  I am not wind.  Not wind any longer.  I will seize my heart and come back with it.  It will be hot and steady.  I will come back clean as a snake.  I will come back bouncy as a sapling.  I will come back singing.  I will come back singing.  I will come back singing.  I will never stop singing.