After the Storm

a low grumble following a flash of light

the storm moves further down the valley

electric air stirred by a gentle green breeze

branches bend low discarding

            the last drops of the past hour

small soft animals peek out

expectation in their eyes

the archeologist of our mind

            slowly reassembles

the shards of this battered world

it is the second dawn of this day

The Glow

trembling from the cool night air

he awoke with a start

confused, his mind started to

reassemble a sense of where he was

a forest surely, and oh yes,

on a walk in the late afternoon heat,

tired, he laid down just to rest

an effortless sleep

followed his slowing mind.

penetrating the darkness

a faint light, a glow

voices quietly chanting

something unfamiliar

something comforting

he rose and stumbled

towards it

he was not alone

small and not-small animals

drawn to this, this, he wasn’t sure

but he did know his soul wouldn’t

be complete without …