Where I come from,
When you hear
A blustery menace
Outside your window,
It means rain has come,
And the power
Will go out.
Where I am now,
Bluster comes with
No guarantee of
Drops from
The great blue sky,
And while the power
Tends to flicker
And shift,
It remains steadfast.
Where I come from,
Devils in the dust
Spin in drunken fury,
Knocking about the
Flora and fauna,
Sometimes causing
More harm
Than nuisance.
Where I am now,
The dust is the devil,
And the wind its
Trumpet summons,
Howling about
Causing everything
To sway in
Uneasy rhythm.
The one thing that makes
These two disparate
Locations seem
Fraternal in nature
Is the stillness
About me
When left alone.
Composed 06/16/2012
Author’s note: I spent many summer evenings staring at the light outside my window at 9:00 PM, wondering when it would get dark so I could sleep more soundly. This poem comes from one such observation.
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