the chicken sense it & run around in circles
close your eyes
you can see thunder
swirling its little finger in the clouds
trees sway in the wind but i stay rooted
because i'm at the edge & if i swayed i'd fall
ribbons of wind wrap around braids of rain
& katanas of rain & arrows of rain & needles
of rain big drops nascar down erect banana leaves
the storm tries to convert my pants into its fold
but it stays
crucified to the clothesline with a clothespin
that's all it takes to leave you hanging
two umbrellas wait in the rain for the milkman
who comes raincoated & pours milk into their
waiting
the storm's nice as long as you're safe
it fills your void with a breath of awe
as long as you're safe
otherwise it takes your breath
& carves a void with it
the atmospheric cache-cleared by rain
mist gauze gazed mountains sprawl bluely
leaves so greenly sharp as if alive alone
yet incarnating together just to hold hands
with fellow leaves
the milkman leaves but the milk has arrived
the whirr of his bike is the whirr of the storm
but the milk has arrived the milkman leaves
~ ajay
11/5/2021
