Thunderstorm at dawn?
Too long since I’ve seen one.
This world is either reverting
or transforming.
I’m going to follow along.
Follow its curves as they lengthen.
Follow its face as it darkens.
I’m set to make music to accompany this
using nothing but my lips and my terror.
It’s a good set of lips
and a singular and useful terror,
the same one that led to
sharpened stones and the like.
The same one that led to
what brought the thunderstorm in
before full light.
I don’t even have to get out of bed to chase the change –
if I still had dreams, it would be in there too.
As I don’t, some rough sleep
and twilight thought
will do fine. It never really
got light this morning, after all,
and who knows if the changes
will allow for such a trivial comfort –
I may as well begin to adapt.
