boom
the trees shake
and heads turn
birds fly out of
the tree tops
and rain begins
to fall

this moment out of memory
is like so many others easily
created and forgotten

is creativity an absence
of sanity?

the making up of reality
you can scarcely seem to
hold onto?

boom
the sound seems
so familiar
the fearful birds
so real
but is this a moment
of memory
or a storm of my
own creation