Omen

Wide and wondrous.
Dry and thunderous.
Sky circumference.
My quiet utterance,

Small in relation.
Shy veneration,
Without an equation,
Observed from my station.

Life all around,
Creasing the ground.
Night brings the sound.
None lost or yet found.

A moth flaps and flutters.
Follows maps, same as others.
A convergence of mothers
Smeared across light like butter.

In my car I am dreaming.
The star shine revealing.
Dark howling and heaving.
A snake writhing and peeling,

Once more down the road.
Her breathing has slowed.
She follows ahead
And dares me to tread.

Our breaths tween us held,
As paths come to meld.
Outstretched on death’s bed,
Floating over instead.


4/8/21