Work done for this day, I move to the porch
where I can sit and collect my thoughts.
Just before I sit, an ever-so-gentle breeze
caresses my face.
I turn to check the horizon
My heart begins to beat faster.
Dark and forboding, the clouds begin to dance wildly
as if to muster up the wrath
needed for the task that would soon arrive.
My body, now positioned in the chair,
leans back against the old porch and
anxiously awaits the arrival of an old friend.
Many years ago, an alliance was forged
between a wounded Spirit and
an angry Element.
The two would console one another
often joining together in motion
easily moving ‘cross valleys, rivers,
mountains and plain.
Woven together as one, they searched for a
receptive and secure portal,
an opening where understanding and compromise
could be found.
My heartbeat quickens now,
I can hear my own breathing.
The treetops are alive in the in the
wake of the approaching storm.
First, the members of the canopy hustle and bustle
and sway
shortly thereafter the entire body
of the tree is engaged.
The lightning strikes, as if to cut a
J A G G E D
piece from the clouds
To allow a brief, bright glimpse of
something hidden behind.
I can relax now that I hear the
steady rumble of approaching thunder.
I know he will be here soon.
by patsy dowell
