Today the blue sky sat still overhead
(The storm is coming)
Birds called for their mates
To bask on the branch
And listen for the popping bud
(The storm is coming)
It’s looming
Out there
Where do the birds go when it storms?
When the promise of spring
Stops dead in its tracks
The fat robin came out today
As the tumultuous grey waves blew in overhead
It bounced from spot to spot
Not taking too much
Taking just enough
To weather the storm
The storm that is near
A seed
A worm
Another seed
From the lawn that was just waking up
It’s eminent as the sky churns
Wiping across
And over the last bits of
The calm blue above
It moves
Overs the roof, past the trees, over the open sky
Above the matted lawn
That has just started stretching as it awakened
Past the other tress
A straight line of travel
Rapid, onwards, sucking in
The storm that is coming
The robin grabs its last seed
And flutters off
To where the birds go
When the storm comes
Taking it with the song
And the chirp
And the promise
Of the snap and pop of the bud
I too go in
Where the humans go
When the storm is coming
Life moves slowly when the wind blows
Life moves anciently when the skies churn above
The only thing that begins to matter
Is the passing of time
And the innate knowledge
That the calm blue is still above the above
And that the above swirling chaos
And frenzy
Will churn itself out of existence
Leaving only the blue stillness overhead
And we will emerge and greet the robin
And the popping bud
And the stretching lawn
And so it will be if we go
To where the humans
And the birds go
When the storm comes
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