Storms

How we remember the onset of storms!

The breeze picking up, the troubled sky,

the falling glass, the temperature,

the sudden katabatic collapse

of still air into susurration,

driving debris, disturbing dust,

the crash of Heavens, the first few drops

as they hit the ground, the cheek, the soul,

all being electrostatic tension.

How is it we never notice them leave?—

Is the coming of insensibility, gradual,

the spirit less able, solipsist, phlegmatic,

anchoritic, indifferent the world exists.

We come at last to ourselves in peace,

content with peace. We are nothing,

until pushed along by the next wind.