A passing storm
Today the sun was shining,
Green grass, blue sky, brown earth,
A breeze like simple breathing
Life that bursts its seams,
erupts in yellow dandelion and red robin breast
and red cardinal hopping.
Two rabbits frolic on the lawn
Beige balls of fur tipped with white.
Smell of ground and blooming trees
Invade my nose.
A cloud appears:
My lungs stop moving,
The air drops off
And falls to cold;
Everything pauses
To look over its shoulder;
A sudden wind
Bends the trees,
Dark clouds infest the blue
And shadows loom
Driving all movers into hiding
Grinding colour into the ground.
A heavy rain spurts suddenly from the sky
And blackness descends like law
Upon our heads all bowing;
The voice of thunder rumbles
A flash of light soon follows
Just black and white
Is all we see,
Asphalt and cement
The frozen processed stuff
Of living beings.
Who resist this driving Will toward absolutes
And hide to wait the passing of the storm:
The rain dribbles into nothing
A blade of grass flattened by the wind
Slowly straightens
And stretches up to reach
The single ray of light.
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