LP No. 42_2024_thunder

waiting
in that in-between,
anticipating...wanting...drifting.

for 8 years, naught
but howling sun,
and scalding rains,
and staccato winds.

Yet,

mere pindrops
to the ferocious Wonder
resting within;

mere shadows
of what tempests
that once blew;

mere memories
of the fire
to come.



and a low rumble tickles these bones...

there
is
time
yet.