Late July in Central Arkansas, the Delta
commanding her presence. Clouds rolling in dark and darker,
and the wind and sound of rumbles took over what we knew…
or whatever we thought we knew. The Blackjack Oaks in the
backyard littered their leaves not unnaturally, but unseasonal.
The power out for four to five hours… and no place to go.
The rain, with rhythmic change, felt as if a metronome led its fall.
Our doors open to let in the summer evening’s fading light.
You on the couch, reading… taking what was felt the
best use of time. Me sipping my drink, feeling a new
darkness coming on. Both feeling the turn of a world.
You and Me Alone. Together.
Issue 10, 2018, pg. 71