Thunderhead

The tail wags the dog.

Thunderhead

Damn.

I’ve awakened.

Almost wish I hadn’t.

Not a poem.

Not a prayer.

It’s still there, but

There are no words.

Can’t settle my heart

Can’t quiet my soul

Can’t say it aloud

Peace is disturbed

Thus, am I

The trees, they whisper

The fields, they groan

There will be pain.

I know it. You know it

They know it too.

Clouds gather

Drums pound

The night bleeds

The morning quivers

Anger is a thunderhead.