Before the Storm

June 15, 2011

Before the Storm
Seagulls slide sideways on airstreams,
whitecaps boil on deep marine blue.
Curdled clouds crown the horizon.
The house creaks.

Light shifts as ultramarine turns
gunmetal gray.
The air feels heavy, tense
then large drops spatter
stream down window panes.

Beach grasses grip the sodden sands.
The lake receives its prodigal freshwater
never asking where it has been.

After the storm, cold waves roll in slowly.
High above, a skull white moon:
below silent sturgeon move to
ancient rhythms.

Excerpted from Sophia’s Lost and Found: Poems of Above and Below


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