Investments in Thunderstorms

Like in a long drought

sudden unusual darkness

wind kicks up the dust

and thunder is approaching

flashes in the clouds

run for cover

or soak up the coming

of the storm outside the door.

Here there is a sentiment

that tortured emotion exercises

it sees the possibility

yet dwells in the midst of greed

seeking isolation it is told

its presence needed

and this holy grudge

meloncholy.

Absent in solutions prayer had won

alone bad son

music rises into the outer dimension

seen had been plain as day

rain comes again

and this pain.

Like regaining solidarity

hair getting long

flute in ragged condition

to play to the audience

the grip keeps sliping

and the wind is raging

small floods make the way

down the weeded paved roads.

When she can't be found

alone in riddle I sit

get on in business

to maintain this holy temple

with all excess baggage

the downpour washes

the grass downtrodden

and wine stains the clothes

with plastic and cotton shares

holding the facade that divides.

Grave situation seeking silence

upon the fallen stones in rhythm breathing

all narrow passages of air music hearing

all veal oil I in pasts of profit screaming

hyper vent restrictions of information forming

a barrier and a breakaway society sad

and adhere I place my offering on the altar

hoping in life sustaining returns and imaginings.