Sounds of Thunder Below the Horizon
Lamplight glows in the window
against cold panes of glass.
Outside the mood is ominous,
like an unhappy sky-bride
trying to hold back her tears of despair.
I feel her heart rumbling as though
she cannot manage to compose herself.
She is preparing to weep tonight.
The air seems to disappear, as distant
A cavernous inhalation leaves a deficit
behind. I am reminded of a drawing
in a childhood storybook, a drawing of
the man-in-the-moon taking a deep breath
so he can blow fat clouds into a fury.
While I make tea by cozy lamplight,
I let the ruffled feelings of this fitful goddess
spill from the sky and fill my china teapot
with collected emotions…
eons of love, joy and defeat.