I Need to Learn Who is
in Charge of My Life
Lightning struck the old
oak,
a jagged scar across its
façade,
an ember of fire at its
base,
then silence. What hides
in the briar patch?
Insanity?
Farrow hogs? Bobcats? A
swamp
of Gila monsters? I
count down
from a hundred by
nines--
91. 82, 73, 64,
45,,,take a hundred
into twos and fours,
fifties and ones.
No one crosses over to
assist me,
yet the rain falls in
wind and shadow,
bone chips and slivers
of hail.
Even my hands curled
into small fists
feel incomplete as if
they too
lack the substance of
granite and pica.
OPERA W/ WIND AND CLOUD
dawn woke the sky
ugly,
a gnashing of teeth,
sheets of saliva,
a conflict within clouds
territorial
and then the wind
a frenzy of dance
the horn section
erupting,
saxophones in
counterpoint
and out of nowhere,
the drumming of tubas--
and then the eye of a
hurricane
silence.
a blue boundary broke
through the clouds,
a ray of sunlight,
and day began the way
day needs to begin--
peaceful and ready to collaborate
Michael H. Brownstein's latest volumes of poetry, A Slipknot to Somewhere Else (2018) and How Do We Create Love (2019) were both published by Cholla Needles Press.
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