Day 698, May 31, 2022

Protection from Storms

The distant thunder 

sounds like someone moving a dresser     upstairs. 

The dog paces the livingroom, 

nose pointed at the 

ceiling 

like the home designer might fall through the plaster 

    and flooring 

in a cloud of dust 

and 

    feng shui. 

Behind the telephone pole     and power lines, 

there is a landscape     of shadows 

moving     in slow     motion     undulations. 

There is electricity within, 

more sound 

than light. 

Someone’s soul is in there. 

Stormy skies over Mass MoCA