A Storm is Coming

A Storm is Coming

The afternoon inches along

like the string

of turquoise stones

rising toward my throat,

as if some new thought

were being formed, escalating.

They say a storm is coming,

and of course it will,

but for now

the cat anchors

the edge of shade

where breeze and sun

juggle the tree's shadow.

Elsewhere, mothers have yanked

laundry from the line

and are securing doors and windows

against the bang of wind.

A car skims blindly

home, driver brittle,

eyes bulging toward

the stream on the windshield.

The leaden storm with mountainous clouds,

gales lined with tearing,

tumbling sticks -

I want it here and now,

hail stones pounding

from a broken necklace

and me knowing what to do.

~ Ruth M.

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