Friday, November 10, 2017

O Gladsome Rage

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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