rumble of thunder, cicadas sing
o summer rain: humidity’s promise kept
— for once — when lightning flashes
we lie and try to tell ourselves
it falls the same on the unjust, too
Category Archives: summer
Sonnet about when the HVAC in a heat wave
We will not be broken by the heat
though the dogs languish and pant
in spite of fresh cold water in the kitchen.
There is no option but exist as best we can
soak in the cool morning air
embrace the relief of night rain
the sky cracking lightning after the long
sweaty burn of the day
taking in the dance of bats after sunset
as we sit on the back porch, finding
civility in the constant experiment
defining our home – your rescued plants
my unfinished projects – against a world
of mass-produced distraction.
down in hold 16
these steel ribs hold a century on
after wroughting hands are dust
my lungs wet with condensation and rust
encased in a baptism of sweat and silence
God is in the bildgewater