Wild

I am golden brown
Tanned feet, hands
Hersey's kiss hair
The shaking drumbeat
of thunder
Sharp shards of cracking
light simmering across the sky
The jungle of my hair
is separating, growing
standing on point
Each follicle
a quivering shape-
the air breathes moisture
into every strand
Frizz, static, curls,
twisting whorls of untamed
disaster.