POEMS/ Weather Report

Weather Report
Between flashes of lighting
shaking our roof, claps of forked bolts
rattling windows or shutters,
thunder booming out of great mountains
of black-building clouds, between raging winds
that plough the air, breaking tree
limbs and trunks, felling the old,
bending the weak,
between whirlwinds
of leaves dropping into mud-puddled earth
wild streams ripping away bridges,
houses, trees, stones, roads as they go –
between all devastating gales
outside that come as they will,
and the storm in our house
brewing in your cells where cancer
has struck you again
there is no difference.
From Migrations, 2013
Between flashes of lighting
shaking our roof, claps of forked bolts
rattling windows or shutters,
thunder booming out of great mountains
of black-building clouds, between raging winds
that plough the air, breaking tree
limbs and trunks, felling the old,
bending the weak,
between whirlwinds
of leaves dropping into mud-puddled earth
wild streams ripping away bridges,
houses, trees, stones, roads as they go –
between all devastating gales
outside that come as they will,
and the storm in our house
brewing in your cells where cancer
has struck you again
there is no difference.
From Migrations, 2013