Dearest night, I wish I had more time For your lulls of quiet Between gentle thunder And the last drips of rain Stars peek over the arms Of the tree of shadows Frogs honk in the distance, Beginning a chorus in Response A croaking crescendo And a sudd...
I tilt my face toward the sky And welcome the rain Let it pour over the rage Sticking to my skin It pounds with my pulse, Wars outside and in Bathes me in the ferocity of Storms Blinding Deafening Obliterating The drops slow to nothing Winds fall fro...
It’s quiet.The dogs,My lover,My son, Appliances,Weather…Mute.Nothing,Save for crickets and frogs,The symphonyOf the subtropics.I bask in the rarity,Feel my soul sing.For when it’s quiet,When I am nothingTo anyone,I am free.