With enough feet marching
you can shake a city from its bed,
rattle the window frames
until they pop loose
and let the noise in.
There are thunderstorms
softer than your rumble,
I’ve watched them shiver
quake at the sound of you
roaring for the world
to roar right back.
My own politics pass on splinters,
from all the fences
I’ve perched myself on carefully,
certain not to teeter
too far over on either side.
My love of balance
looks more like apathy
in honesty.
I think that’s why I want you
and not in a way
where I lay claim
or bed down
or burn my taste onto your mouth,
I want you like a life raft,
because
drowning can seem like swimming
if you don’t notice
the water rising.
write a poem that involves rebellion in some way
