I plant my bare feet on
wet concrete
little stones pushing
into my foot
with their dull heads

they dig up and
I dig down into
what they call the earth

I'm not sure the earth is
still here

I look up into the sky
what could be blue is
smeared with gray
white and black
flat clouds swollen
with more grey
rain

thunderbolts strike
and rumbling cries
of thunder roll off the
tumbling shoulders
of the wind's crashing
body

the clouds rip open