I see
the sky slowly rolling out
A bold canvas
horizon to horizon
Swirling
chemistry of dark shadows
So heavy
it crackles under its weight
Suddenly
the sky descends
Clutched
by invisible gravity
Hot
thick and smelling dust
Drenching
bits of dry grass
And my face
down to my feet
The trees
are glad of heart too
… And yet
it’s been raining for centuries
like
this in all its indifferent glory
… yet
here I am storm and dust
… and I
will blow away and be no more
But
today the storm breaks for me
Just for
today… in gladsome rage
(21 Sept
2015)
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