I was, just now, sleepily standing safe in our kitchen
at oh five dark-thirty, Saturday, Texas morning time,
making number-one coffee, pondering plans,
rethinking walking rain-soaked muddy trails across flooded washes and creeks,
sudden total darkness ripped me,
chased by thunderous, deafening shooting blinding
white flashes of lightening impacted and replaced,
my life’s early morning tranquility,
unwelcomely scalding my serenity,
Look both ways when meteorologists warn of Nature’s hazards.
Mind the gaps for disruptions to the darkened peace of early mornings on the prairie.
The day six prompt of the 2018 National Poetry Writing Month challenge is to “write a poem that stretches your comfort zone with line breaks. That could be a poem with very long lines, or very short lines. Or a poem that blends the two.”
I wrote the poem, but the words? Perhaps you recognize them.
comes to me
the universe I cannot see
grant them dignity
as they are
face change with
wisdom from experience, peace through acceptance, knowledge of listening
with silent love
(Bill Reynolds 4/6/2018)
Alertly relax as you look both ways. Fear not gaps but be mindful.