first thunder of the year.

a short poem on a warm night, from my place to yours.

First thunder of the year.

Somehow it settles me
Like the sky can grumble too,
And still be beautiful.

Cloud speak,
sky song.
The voice of the Great belly
is growling
uninhibited.
(it’s almost as refreshing as the
thought of coming rain.)

Also

Thunder reminds me
I’m on the inside of the earth
Deep in a digestive system
Breathing and becoming
Just like all the other microbes.

I step out for a long walk
passing the slick peonies
as the first drops hit the ground.