NATURE Poem: Walking before the Rain, by Allison McGee

Face front to the wind.
I cannot relax I threw up this morning I
Find something foreign in this gray air.

It was the bird I had skirt
the grass that didn’t colour my pants

Ten minutes
a robin pluming its feathers

the wind’s at
my back
my inhale

my head’s heavy the rest of me light.
I did not sleep last night I do not now

The River dizzies me,
bigger than I
could ever know
More moving than I
Ever

tall, from days of rain I worry
the rock I sit upon will float off
I say
they don’t fall that fast
I hope