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The clouds are gathering again
dark and menacing
looming overhead,
ready to expel their contents.
Have I not seen this coming?
Have I not heard the thunder
rumbling in the distance
like an angry god
whose wrath is justified?
I can feel the oppressive air
squeezing in -
charged with electricity;
I am cold with sweat
drenched with anticipation,
as again, I am pulled into
a frenzy I cannot explain;
I surrender to its iron grip
without a fight.
In this unstable atmosphere
I am lost in the zone,
time has no measure here,
there are no barriers
and no one to please,
except myself
I go willingly into this maelstrom
of words flittering about until they settle
on the page and the air clears
but it’s over all too soon,
and once again I must
breathe in the harshness of reality.
For Cecile 2008
I watch the sun set on the water
and think of you;
golden reflections of your life
dance on the surface
sparkling like a jewel,
reminding me of the richness of you.
I watch this long glorious day
come to an end,
and dread the night to follow.
Yes, the sun is waning
and the water is calm,
every ripple a movement in time,
shades of life gone by,
circling to the shore
where you will make your final journey.
Above I see the light grow dimmer
as purple and orange fire
ignite the distant sky,
shadows replace the brilliance
that once shimmered on the surface.
I watch the sun descend behind the trees,
its glare squeezing out into a thin line.
And the light on the water begins to fade;
and the water -
a body of tears
shed by all those who love you.
The breeze is gently blowing through my open window
and into my cluttered mind.
I watch the autumn leaves dance about on the street;
rich amber, deep cranberry, and blood orange
all caught up in a hypnotic rhythm
turning and spinning, reaching a silent crescendo
until a wayward gust rips through them
and the painted leaves scatter,
seeking shelter on their own.
The sky is a deep October blue
as distant clouds gather
assembling for a snowy winter;
I've been here before
awaiting the season's frosty breath,
as my mind freezes in time
creating snapshots of the past,
and I, yearning for a future
I couldn’t imagine,
but one that arrived sooner than expected,
with a ripening awareness
of how quickly the days and years
come to pass
as if blown by a silent storm
cutting across meadows
bending every blade of grass,
and kicking up dust;
unsettling
but soon to slow
and rotate in calmer circles
rounding things out,
leaving no trace,
save for fine lines etched on my face.
The breeze is cool
billowing through the curtains
that come to rest against the sill,
where, from time to time, they will sway
anticipating every zephyr;
I sit, gazing out the window
longing for days gone by
while dreaming of the next current
to carry me through the rest
of this strange and wonderful journey.