Intermission

Rolling Thunder. A collaboration with Dan Miles.

I see the darkness
of the day, drift amongst
the passing cars and
the pale faces of worn
memory and forgotten love.
Summer is somewhere
in the shadows of these
blanket skies.

For rain bleeds on
window panes
and I see the ghost of our past
move with innocent whispers,
past the dark frame
of my eyes.

Fragments of youth
fade in and radiate
my mind, teasing
reminders of
forgotten summer days,
now smudged and blurred
as the rain shows
my sentiment
no mercy.

My screen
flickers images
of a dying world.
Crops cannot
feed, drowning in
their plots, they rot.
Cattle huddles for shelter,
fodder now simply mud.
Too late, too late,
this futile desperation.
You cannot build
the dam
after the floods.

Outside, the deluge
pounds at my window.
The tumultuous surge
angrily stakes its claim.
Once majestic
sunflowers now bent
in resignation, reeling
in the force of the rain.
Summer is somewhere
in the shadows of these
blanket skies.