THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Sunday

raining

thunder booming

cannon shots

from distant hollows

of mixed color clouds

great grey white whales

laying low

smooth curved tops

twisted tops at

midline mixing pots

bottoms lay in distant trees

swimming slow

in shallow waters

beached in struggle

while giving birth

wetting the land

tickling the earth

groaning labor sounds

rumbling out

natures morning show

this Independence Day

my dogs barking in reply

in complaint

not liking thunder

their dreams interrupted

by the approaching storm

searching for a place to hide

beneath my desk.

Copyright July 4, 2010 Gordon Kuhn