May 19, 2010

dunder and din

a soft quarrel
a hint too disturbed
reflects off clouds
flying low, dark and still

ears coming slowly awake
as the rumbles pound
closer
nearer
chummy and...
BOOOM

where was that?
what? when? and am i on guard?

then the clouds march to forward
with my soul opened wide
intent on collection all
utter, sundry, charged and agog
cross sedge and oak
every creature huddled to ground
shaken foundations part...

and the recall's last drumming
stentorian and roar
reeling through panes departing
their sedate little scores

the charge it amasses
roving onward to foil
till another uprising collides
and the chain it's own reward