the sky's remembering the sea as a heaving bosom gentle lips…


the blue generator

still
dry heat
hard to breathe
skirts of dust lift with the wind
up to the blushing cheeks of clouds
moths wheel as planets about artificial suns...



dusk
stars begin to blaze
halos blurred in the haze of heat
comes sudden light across the horizon
as tension grips the body of pregnant cloud
its swollen belly dark and heavy

then comes the downpour of rain: a broken partition
and comes the hail, the pelting hail of bruising ice
the lightning dances: i have never seen anything with such energy
pillows of light bursting across night's expanse above red streaked highways
balls of lightning, shards of white arc through the heavens
shattering the dark with a stone throw: a jagged circle, a crown of thorns
cerebral impressions, intensity of colour, every flash fluttering against the mind's eye
hour after hour this outburst continues
echoes of it's voice deeper in the corridors than i have ever known
though, after a while, the chanting subsides, but the dance goes on…
seams of white cracking across a wall of coal
overwhelming light, overwhelming night
silhouettes of shoulders shadowed forth
curtains of rain draped over land
illuminated by seconds of electricity, the seconds expand
as the storm exhausts itself
vanishes
stars reappearing from horizon to horizon...

all that remains is the language of the earth
of rivers talking through dirt
the sweet breath of a new beginning
and a reminder that i am but a witness to moments…
a child staring into nature’s changing face