Storm-Catcher
©July 16th, 2016
By Vijaya Sundaram
Winds gather up each other
Roiling in a viper’s nest
Storing up venom,
Coiling and uncoiling,
And the skies groan
Like women carrying
Wet laundry to the line,
Dripping clothes
To wring out
And hang up.
Flash of lightning
Tears apart clouds
Titanic hands ripping skies
Clashing cymbals,
Accompanying shouts
Rumbling deep within
Our bones, as we ache
With the coming
Of the storm.
Dread or alarm catch at some.
Some run out to drink the rain,
Some enjoy the show,
Others fasten windows and doors,
Still others hide.
(Where’s the DOG?!)
Would that the storms
Within us be as obvious!
I could run and catch those storms,
And lasso them. I could run them down,
And tame them, and ride them.
And together, we could face the new sun
Parting the clouds, and heave
A sigh of relief, as we collapse
On the wet, wet grass.
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