Storm
Sleeping through the rain
as if it’s just another day
watching a storm roll in
leads me to my bed
instead.
Thunder that only I
could recognize the meaning
the message
you didn’t heed
as I laughed
because I understood
before they didn’t listen.
Rain that would trickle down
as if it was interrupted
from crying
letting the tears flow
as they thanked me
for spirit.
I heard the waters
rush around me
as if I survived
the flood before.
A tree branch fallen
close by
hail that felt like missiles
all a part of
the perfect storm.
I just want to lay down
and wait for tomorrow.
I trust the storm
as I am the eye
and the calm
to comfort us all.
I heard them
try to control the storm.
I heard the trumpet
sound off
As I held on tight
worried for humanity
as the trumpet softened
at times
I don’t want to know
what happens.
at times I just
duck and cover
marched to the beat
of God’s drum
all along
I played it on a gong
marched like a soldier
into his army.
to prevent the enemy
from taking my body.
all the while
staying in the dark
swaying from the fight
like being pushed around.
except they didn’t know
who they were intruding on
or the consequences of doing so.
You don’t mess with
another person’s happiness
or their fate.
So where were my comrades?
all around
flares I’d hear,
tapping of a
carpenter’s hammer,
rocket launches,
trains who whistle,
footsteps on the roof,
flashes of light,
my bedside at night,
the animal kingdom,
birds in swarms
or singled out
wind and tree spirits
all spirits
everywhere.
you know,
the ones who
never have to pry
on my mind.
invisible war
but we are the so much more.
You don’t even want to know
what we can do from the ashes.
(Copyright Kerrious 2016 with all rights reserved).