I've lived in the eye of
the storm, looking
west always
watching for
the clouds to
roll in like fat fingers
the ears attuned to
the sound of
thunder
nostrils flaring like some
wild animal waiting
for the cordite smell of
negative ions
tasting blood as my
jaws clench on my tongue
feeling the wind anticipating
the abrasive whip of sand
as it picks up
it's 6:30 am and for some
reason I
look east
the clouds
to my
eyes are great sponges
soaking up the color
of angular light
sleepy birds twitter
i smell the desert's
perfume as she dolls
herself up for
her ardent admirer
del Sol
my mouth
is full of
bittersweet coffee
I can feel no wind at all.
the night's as black as coal
out west...
... and yet there's still morning.
SoulSurvivor
(C) 1/9/2017
I woke up to a beautiful sunrise.
Hope you are all well.
Reading for a change... lol!
Thanks for bearing with me
as I take my breaks. I truly don't mean
to ignore you. Life... just life.