Natural Spectacle

When I’m mad, I’m like a storm

In the evening of a hot summer day

My angry voice

Like thunder

Awakes the neighbours

Makes people shudder

Vases, like lightning, hit the ground

Smashed

 

My lust a humid day in the jungle

My arms like lianas

Wild and untameable

Grabbing what they long for

The smell of plants and the earth

The song of birds, the roar of a feline

All senses focussed

Sweat dripping down the body

Addictive intensity

 

My sadness is like the monsoon

In a big Indian town

It pours and pours

and won’t stop

Mascara runs down my cheeks

Like the splashes of a dirty puddle

On a white summer dress

The vortex of misery

Is sweeping down the streets

 

We are two

You and me

I’m like the seasons

Change is unavoidable

Hope and fear, love and hate

I try them on and let them pass

Like the leavy dress of a tree

They come and go

 

But you

Are not a fan of seasons

When the thunder hits your ear

You say I’m dramatic

The heat of the jungle makes you drowsy

And you want to move back to colder climates

The running tears of the monsoon

Leave you overwhelmed, soaked and uneasy

 

I’m too much for you

You say

You’d be much better off

In a stable climate

Composed and understanding

Like sunny California maybe

 

But I can’t help myself

I am what I am

With all the intensity

With all the brutal force

And with all the passion

 

I wish

You could be a caring witness

And provide a space

For me to go through my emotions

 

Natural spectacles aren’t about you

They are about myself

I don’t demand a reaction

I demand acceptance

Embrace the authenticity in it

Embrace me as I am

 

Painting: Henri Rousseau