Awake. For a while now.
…
Counting out callipers
between the
PUNCH-LIGHT
…
that chalks the bedroom in a Blitzlicht flash.
and
and
and
BOOM —- shaking the earth. rolling out thickly to the north.
…
Then it comes.
leeward slanting rain stings on windows
rattles in gutters
I can feel the thickness of it.
Pushing down in heavy trashcan chords.
…
The dog snuffles and shifts in minor annoyance. Which I am grateful for.
For a long while we are both still.
Passing through it.
…
Until
with a thrown switch quickness it all tapers off to slow
dripping
sweet
smells, and
…
Crickets!
Haven’t heard them give up thanks since last year!
…
I sleep soon amongst their busy legs.