Talking to Myself

I was awakened at five
by the sound of heavy
rain crashing on our

metal roof
heck of a way to start
a Monday

it is now thirteen-thirty
the sun is out and the
wind is picking up

I can hear the distant
thunder and see the
lightning strike

the lawn is too wet to
cut and there are still
receding pools of water

on the patio

I can’t see the jet or
the small plane but I
hear them fly overhead

unaware of the coming
storm which looks
ominous and mighty

but the coming storm is
only the tiniest display
of God’s power

my phone beeps with a
text message from LDH
reporting 16,541 new

cases of COVID-19 since
Friday along with 2,720
hospitalizations

the governor adds get
vaccinated mask up and
help save lives

how many more deaths will
it take

how much longer will
arrogance and ignorance
rule

God is speaking to us through
the storm calling us back
to him

is anyone listening

or am I only talking to myself

Smoky Wind

it is a smoky
dull day from the
cigar in my hand

to the smoke two
houses down a
BBQ or a house

fire hard to tell
from here

I forgot

they got a bunch
of cars out front
and on the street

most every Saturday
no sirens so it is
just burning and

boiling for family

even my Super Coffee
tastes smoky good
but somehow smoky

probably the hazelnut

did you ask about
the clouds

yep smoky too

the clouds are
traveling in pairs
a lower smoky

gray cloud in front
of a higher white
cloud

I am surrounded by
smoky summer heat
hanging in waves

above the ground

nature waits as do
I for a cooling
breeze or at least

a sudden smoky
wind will do

A Visit

darkness and strong winds
preceded the storm as

the trees turned into dark
silhouettes and the

temperature dropped

debris flew off the roofs of
houses nevertheless the

rain held back but not for long

as I remembered a piece of
my childhood about thunder

who told us that thunder is

the sound of Rip Van Winkle and
his men playing ninepins in the
clouds above the Catskills

if my father told us I wouldn’t
believe him and if I laughed
I didn’t know why

I know now

probably nervous to death
with fear constant fear

my hope for them is a brief
visit and speedy return to
the Catskills we visited

a visit
I can no longer remember

from a childhood I rather
not remember

Rip excluded