Nature's volatile magnificence.

Sitting at my workstation all hell breaks loose.
Rain hits the window in floods.
Wind howls through glass, tossing curtains.
Lighting strikes, flashes, lashes
a camera gone mad.
Thunder Drummer doesn’t stop.
This is percussion’s night.

Palm trees shake.
Rain pelts.
Lightning cracks, breaks.
Broken edged shocks of laser
one gigantic release
free, dynamic,
bigger than ego,
to be grasped,
taken in its teeth,
its heartless heart.

More bowling pins struck at 2OOO decibels,
kicked down thrown down blown down.
Viaducts bloat.
Trees rip.
Loins burst.
Starstruck lovers, dumbstruck.
Passion halted by more dominant demands.

Phoenix in transition.
Phoenix undone, undressed,
tosses its ashes to spirit,
to prayer,
to the non-linear well of eternal darkness,
eternal freedom,
eternal life.

Quiet now.
Time to hear doves coo.
But the aftermath prevails.

Tires slash puddles as lights blur windows.
Sirens wail.
Something’s wrong.
Something’s happened.
Someone’s hurt.

Reflection in the window,
computer screen on my glasses,
satin bra shines from the glow.
The show is over but the melody lingers on.
Let it linger.
Let it cry.
Let it clean.

Bowl of eaten berries,
cold cup of tea,
a week old script about a brand new product,
notes never read,
books dog-eared and frayed,
fingernails about to be painted,
tub, soon to be filled.
Sky whistles all clear.
Rain runs back from where it came.

I am one with this
biting my breath,
being the wet,
the dank,
the light,
the darkness,
the bittersweet.

I know only sounds,
smells,
tastes,
visions.
I know only this.
This is all I know.