And I sit beneath gathering clouds and
wonder in silence, a quiet anticipation for
the brink of the oncoming storm, because
once the rain falls and fills up my head with water until
it is spilling off of my tongue, and
the birds have finally realized that this bold sweep of
shade is not a single cloud, and
the wind has arrived to knock them off of
their branches, i can
find a little bit of peace as forces far out of my control speak for me.