Day 28-ish: Anticipation

Poem:

Anticipation

It starts with a whisper,

a tiny notion that rises

and floats on the air,

bounces and swirls,

finds connections and builds.

A million invisible thoughts

collect, pull together,

take shape and puff out,

deepen and darken

from the edges in,

loom over the thick air

while heat and pressure

surge below, and a

world-sliver churns,

thickens till inevitable

burst washes over.

Commentary:

This leaves two poems remaining, to complete today, and perhaps that lends toward the thrust of this poem, the concept of anticipation building inexorably toward something.  The metaphor starts with a droplet of water vapor, builds, and drives through to the rainstorm that has to come in the end.