This morning the sky has not lighted.
All is dark but for the sudden light
of stray lightening.
Lowering clouds seem to dampen all
save for the rumbling of thunder,
as if the sky grew hungry
and looked down drooling on the
I wait as the lights go out, and watch
the sky attack the ground,
hiding myself behind fragile glass.
As clouds swirl and move,
blanketing the earth in a swirling
layer of black and gray.
I wonder if you too are seeing
a dark and wet assault from the sky,
one that sakes the ground
WE once stood on TOGETHER.