Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Clouds by Moonlight

Clouds drift south
By moonlight,
Crowning the sky
With fleecy white,

Drawn perhaps
By a hurricane
That’s roaring in
On Florida tonight.

I’ve just been
On the telephone
With a friend
In Broward County

How one preps
For torrential rains,
Tornadic winds

That for me exist
A thousand miles away,
Shadows on a TV screen.
Queer how air and water

Can manifest so differently,
How dawn, here peaceful, calm,
May in a world of palms
Bring terror down.

©2019 John I. Blair, 9/10/2019

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