Thursday, January 20, 2011

Summer Thunder

The cirrus clouds cease to flutter
With the wind of another summer.
In place of this peace we wonder
As daylightning leads to noon-time thunder.

The leaves of the trees bend backward in dark
Turns of thought. From room 117 I can see
Apprehension on the faces of my fellow students:
"Did I leave my car windows down?"

Another blast on the blunderous trump of Gabriel
As if the King of Kings was here to speak on campus.
We hear the patter of rain we cannot see, but is no less real.
We laud the Lord of Lords Who brings us peace and justice.

A student runs out of the classroom to put
The top back on his car while Dr. Hill tells
How Macbeth made himself vulnerable by his own
Machinations, believing a lie that a witch sells.

"In tragedy we get to the end to find we are back at the beginning."
The literary device is no less applicable to the weather.
We return to our studies of romance and intrigue
Together, as the sounds of summer thunder fade in the distance.

7.26.1993

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