AFTER THE STORM
It was a quiet storm
on a quiet North Carolina February day.
Saura, your eyes opened widely.
Our curtains shivered in the spirited wind.
Out the window flew my soul
as rain fell hard
from my eyelids.
It was all over so suddenly.
It was then the tree limbs fell around us.
Earth split open its craggy domain.
Rocks falling, as from the sky
meant nothing to me
but a cover for your grave.
And there was nothing.
Birds and buzz saws were silent.
Car engines faded off into the distance.
A last whistle sounded from the train.
You will be with us no more.
The breasts that I loved to touch
are cold now,
a last lingering kiss on cold lips,
no longer a lover's thrill,
We do not need to fight
with the wind and the rain.
Nature's bigger moment
has come upon us.
After the storm is over
there is a quiet blue
in the silent sky.
(Originally posted December 7, 2008)
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