Clouds gather together as if preparing for a siege;
they threaten us with lighting but the bolts cannot quite reach.
The sky has many things to say but wastes no air on speech,
so we gather close to see if our walls the storm will breach.

BRONTIDE

The world went dark;
The sun shut off like a light bulb,
The land turned to ice,
The clouds stopped floating,
And there was the absence of life.

Outside
It was quiet
Solemn and calm
And the ocean retained its glossy surface

Not a pin drop
Or a brontide
Or a baby's soft cry can be heard
Which frightened me

If all these things around me
Are still,
Then I wonder
Why I'm moving.