Passing Storm
2016-06-09
I’m not sure
what it might mean
Standing alone
looking up into the night sky
A bright planet before me
stars laying dimly nearby
Jupiter has nothing on you
My feet move forward
of their own accord
My eyes sweep
the ground before me
My mind is lost in thought
working through various
trials and tribulations
disasters and discombobulations
You have nothing to do with me
I sense a change in the moonlight
clouds rolling in above
A storm perhaps
or just a passing disturbance
Air and water
pressure and temperature
impacting life below
The moon gives a wave
as it is hidden from sight
It thinks nothing of us tonight