Wind pushes loose bodies around, and through them
we are space
Rain blankets down, running rivulets through
we are water
Waxing gibbous moon, one eye open in view
we are light
(funny how life changes make unseen storms in a potentially tranquil world)
nice progression or transformation through your words...we are...
ReplyDeletenot sure I have any galoshes that'd fit you, but you can borrow my unbrella any time you'd like. good luck.
ReplyDeleteTerrifying prospect.
ReplyDeleteEpic storm' approaching Alaska.
People evacuating.