Thursday, April 30, 2015

Day 28-ish: 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.


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.

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