On being an atom in a storm

Purple, white, golden, yellow, black
Swirling, uncurling, speeding, gasping
Blasted by everlasting ephemeral winds:
Laughing, dancing, no responsibility
Part of glorious energy,
A millionth atom
In that tempest I danced and yelled,
Brutally upheld.

And the rest? 
The rest is of the earth.
The feet were down, the heart was high
The fingers wanting to feel and cry
To find the way to that place,
Of otherness, of covetous and desparate embraces.